Mr Crocodile... con't

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.]

Mr Crocodile's all geared up to go swimming. Smile.

Look! Mr Crocodile...

is perched on my sofa. What's he up to? Seems like he's searching for something.

No, there is no chocolate hidden in the grooves. No candy either. Nor would there be something that a crocodile might like to eat. (Be wary though, even if he's not showing all his teeth.)

Then he went on to hang about on the arm rest of my favourite chair. This is where I will sit to tat or make my teddy bears. Ahh, he's probably just looking for a comfortable patch to rest.

Psst, this crocodile's made from one of my hubby's socks, leftover from his army days.

A Girl Elephant

for my dearest friend, Pearl. The new girl is pretty, isn't she? A butterfly was so attracted by her eyes that it landed right on her nose!

It's Christmas just round the corner. May all my friends, and one n all, have a wonderful time this season.

XOXO,

Val

Elle The Elephant

Over the weekend, I made an elephant, with a pair of socks. He is approximately 20 inches tall (including trunk)! I'd not imagined an ordinary pair of socks could have such an outcome... He's huggable just like my bolster but a mini one. :)