Cocoa woke up to a tickle on his nose. A tiny, lost Firefly was blinking sadly on a leaf.
The Firefly perched on Cocoa’s snout. And Cocoa – the crocodile who didn’t like water – began to cross the river. He stepped carefully from pad to pad. Water lilies brushed his legs. Small fish stared up in wonder. They had never seen a crocodile walk across the water like a heron. el cocodrilo que no le gustaba el agua cuento completo
Cocoa shivered. He dipped one toe in and pulled it back quickly. “It’s… wet,” he whispered. Cocoa woke up to a tickle on his nose
“Oh no,” cried the Firefly. “I have to get to the Great Swamp Gathering before sunset, but my wing is hurt. I can’t fly over the river. And I can’t swim.” And Cocoa – the crocodile who didn’t like
Cocoa walked to the edge of the river. He didn’t jump. Instead, he gently stepped onto a lily pad. Then another. And another. The lily pads wobbled, but Cocoa’s long, strong tail kept him balanced. He wasn’t swimming. He was walking on the water , using the lily pads like stepping stones.
Cocoa looked at the wide, scary river. Then he looked at the tiny, blinking Firefly.