Mr Crocodile's been enjoying himself watching TV on my sofa for close to a week now. There's no sign that he's going away. So I asked him politely if he would like to go back to racing after fish in the river or suntaning on the grass.
"No, thanks," he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
In a very soft voice, unlike a ferocious and confident crocodile, he admitted: "I really can't swim very well."
WHAT?! Can't swim? How can a crocodile not be able to swim? The story goes that when he first crawled out of his "shell" (sock), he didn't know he was supposed to learn how to swim. So he doesn't know how.
Immediately, I tasked hubby to go find Mr Crocodile a float so he can learn to swim. After searching high and low, far and wide, we finally chanced upon this float shaped like "a little foot". [It's pink because I chose it. It's no fault of Mr Crocodile.]