The Croc That Was Scared Of Water "Really Midge, it's been seven years since the water accident, I would get in that river if I was you." Midge thought about that terrible day when he had been innocently watching the cool,blue water lap at his tiny creamy, yellow claws when a large bird had decided to go lav-lav above his very small scale covered head. When the bird had dropped it's bomb, it had fell with great speed and hit Midge's right eye and blinded him, not permanently, but until it was washed off. Stumbling around, Midge tripped over a amber stick that he had been playing with earlier and flopped into the water and found it hard to breath because of the poop. "I think I will wait a couple More years, just to be safe" Midge's mother rolled her eyes And slithered back into the dark depth of the Lumbago river. He turned and scuttled back into the gloomy cave and stared out the entrance for them to come home. Maybe, Midge thought, just to see if he would let himself try to go in the water, he crept out of his cave of misery and trundled to the edge of the murky water. Filled with the deepest of fear, Midge stuck his out claw, which was now bigger than seven years ago, and dipped it into the shallows. Screaming like a little girl croc, Midge jumped back in fear and scampered back into the blackness of his calming cave. He shivered even though it was 35degrees and watched, like it was some sort of fizzing aside, a drip of shimmering liquid spiralled down his stubby thumb. Squinting, he slid across a mud slide to the rivers edge that he and his brothers made with lots of dog skulls of water. Searching the River he saw crimson catfish dart in the Safire blue water, see weed sway at the golden base and all old skeletons of ancient dinners were half hidden with very fine sand. Suddenly, a dark shadow of a eagle loomed above him and a white splurge was tumbling though the air towards him he yelped and sprung up towards the beaming sun. The only problem was instead of landing on the safe, solid ground, he shattered the suffice of the still, calm water. Rising to the top he coughed and spluttered, splashing water fireworks in all directions. A sour expression was set deep into the crocodile's cute but dangerous face. It was all happening again, Midge looked down the way the water was peacefully flowing limp white horses folded over and died in the slow current, knowing that it will quickly pic up and he would fly down with it. He was right, faster and faster it became , the towering waves loomed above the crocodile's now terrified, screaming face. The water had became a dark hedgerow green which made it hard to see Midge but there he was doing a frantic doggy paddle in the other direction. His mum and brothers had come back now and were calling for Midge but when there was no reply they began to get worried while they searched the cave, peering in every nook and cranny. Scraping the side of Midge was a large microwave size plank of driftwood, holding in a unbearable pain, it had given him a splinter the size of a small russian doll. The plank was not much bigger than him self and it floated nicely on the bubbly water. First he raised his bottom and carefully placed it on the smooth plank, holding his berth, his hart hammering as fast as a machine gun he stood up. The waves swerved round rocks which made the wood tip and turn throwing him off balance but he righted him self quickly. He found it easier to stand side ways and bend down a bit than stay up right. He wobbled a bit however he felt unconcerned about the 50 mile deep river under him. There he is and there he has gone leaving his past Far behind in the roaring waves which were carrying him away down the Lumbago river. The end!¡!¡ By Ella & Ella