The other little crocodiles began to whisper. “He’s strange.” “Maybe he’s not a real crocodile.” “Does he even like being green?”
Cocoa sighed. He knew she was right. Every morning, Mama Crocodile would line up all her little ones by the riverbank. “One, two, three – SWIM!” she would call. And all the little crocodiles would jump in with a happy splash . All except Cocoa. He would just sit there, feeling the sun on his back. el cocodrilo que no le gustaba el agua cuento completo
Cocoa looked at the moon, then at the fireflies dancing over the river, then at his own two green feet. The other little crocodiles began to whisper
When he reached his family, his brothers and sisters were cheering. Mama Crocodile had tears in her eyes. Papa Crocodile puffed out his chest with pride. Every morning, Mama Crocodile would line up all