The story of the blue crocodile E-Book

Clemens Glaser

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 35

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

A little crocodile lives in the middle of Africa. It is very curious, almost too curious, so that its family can no longer answer the little crocodile's questions. So he sets off on a long journey. His destination is the big, wide sea. On his way to quench his enormous thirst for knowledge, he meets many animals. First he meets Belinda the turtle. He travels through the sea with her and together they visit the moonfish Nebuchadnezzar. Being in the sea turns the curious little crocodile blue, but friendship knows no color...

Leseprobe

rocodiles have been around for a very long time on

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the earth since about

the dinosaurs. The only difference is that dinosaurs are extinct, but crocodiles are not. Is it because crocodiles are so lazy? After all, they don't even brush their teeth, they just open their mouths wide and then little birds come and pick the dirt out from between their teeth. The birds like to do this and who has invented a toothbrush for crocodiles?

So the crocodiles are lying lazily in the mud of a river somewhere in Africa with their mouths wide open.Our story also beginssomewhere in ariver in Africa.

So in a river in Africa, perhaps even in the Ogowe, there once lived a small crocodile. It was still very small because it was still very young. It had only hatched a few weeks ago together with its 32 sisters and 45 brothers. Crocodiles live in large families. These families are so large that sometimes only relatives lie in the sun on three sandbanks.

This little crocodile, whose name I have forgotten, was not much different from its 32 sisters and 45 brothers right from the start. Not much, but itwas different in one respect. It was a crocodile that was just a little more curious than little crocodiles usually are.

It asked questionsall day long:

"Why do the stars shine

in the night? Where does it come from and where does the river we live in flow to? Why do I like the taste of the white fish but not the red ones?"

It started asking questions early in the morning and while the other crocodiles their afternoon nap under the hot sun, the little crocodile explored the banks of the river. It rummaged through every bush and bit into every plant it didn't yet know, because

It wanted to know what it tasted like. Most of the time it was a rather bland plant flavor, butsometimes the little crocodile also experienced surprises, such as when it curiously bit into a young pepper bush.

At first it was quite surprisedat the taste, but

when the hot pepper in his little mouth began to burn more and more, the situation became too unpleasant for him. It ran as fast as it could to the river and drank as much water as it could. By the time it was gurgling alarmingly in its stomach, thetaste of pepperhas disappeared from his mouth again.

After this experience, the little crocodile lay down on a sandbank with some uncle and aunt crocodiles and thought about what he had just experienced. Over time, the little crocodile had even the most patient mom, dad, grandma, grandpa crocodile and even all the aunt and uncle crocodiles to despair with his questions, because many of them could not answer as quickly as the little crocodile asked. However, as crocodiles often lie there for hours without , you never really knew whether the mom, dad, grandma, grandpa or aunt crocodile was just thinking about the question, or whether it was the crocodile that was asking the question.

whether it had no answer and therefore simply said nothing.

Over time, the little crocodile, which had already grown a little bigger, began to get bored. All the othercrocodiles in the river didn't want to answer any more questions and therefore always said the same thing: "Please, don't ask me anything! I don't know." It had already bitten into all the plants on the bank and gave the pepper bushes a wide berth as a precaution.

It still walked around the banks of the river every day, but there was nothing more to discover. Sad that there was nothing new