
He paddled again. And again. He was swimming.
Cocoa was different from all his brothers and sisters. While they loved to splash, dive, and chase bubbles in the cool, brown water, Cocoa preferred to sit on a warm, dry rock. He would tuck his little green feet under his tail and watch the dragonflies dance.
And every night, the little firefly would fly across the river just to blink goodnight to the crocodile who didn’t like water – but had the biggest heart in the whole swamp.
“Thank you, brave crocodile!” they blinked.
He paddled again. And again. He was swimming.
Cocoa was different from all his brothers and sisters. While they loved to splash, dive, and chase bubbles in the cool, brown water, Cocoa preferred to sit on a warm, dry rock. He would tuck his little green feet under his tail and watch the dragonflies dance. el cocodrilo que no le gustaba el agua cuento completo
And every night, the little firefly would fly across the river just to blink goodnight to the crocodile who didn’t like water – but had the biggest heart in the whole swamp. He paddled again
“Thank you, brave crocodile!” they blinked. and chase bubbles in the cool