Never smile at a crocodile
No, you can’t get friendly with a crocodile…
Jessie hummed as she stacked the boxes on the veranda.
“You know they’re alligators, not crocodiles,” Patrick remarked loftily.
Jessie ignored him, as most people around the zoo did whenever he came with a delivery, usually droning out annoying platitudes.
Her peripheral vision caught him take a step toward her and she quickly darted to the door.
It all happened instantly, Jessie tripped, grabbing the first thing that came into her hand, which happened to be Patrick’s collar, Patrick stumbled clumsily and promptly went over the railing, jerking Jessie along with him.
Instinctively she let go and he disappeared from view, dangling dangerously above the alligator enclosure.
“H-help!” stammered a terrified Patrick.
His fingers slipped and he landed with a thud in the murky swamp.
“The crocodiles!” shrieked Patrick, slipping in the sticky mud, his twisted ankle not helping his awkward movements.
“Patrick!” yelled Jessie.
“They’ve been shifted to another enclosure, this one’s being cleaned!”
Patrick stopped flapping his arms and saw only the grinning faces of the zoo hands nearby.
“Oh and Patrick!” Jessie called out. “They’re not crocs, they’re alligators!”
Patrick glared at her, red-faced.