The crocodile, its jaws firmly fastened on Hilton's arm, began to roll over, but for some reason realized its hold. Hilton gasped in anguish. Help PETA peta1! he cried to the girl on the bank. she stood riveted with horror. A despairing thought flashed through Hilton mind. what could a little girl do anyway?
Hilton got up from his knees as the crocodile thrashed wildly with its tail. Now the reptile lunged at him from the side and struck again. its jaws clamped tightly on Hilton's right thigh and he felt himself being pulled much more vigorously than before. Blood gushed from his torn forearm. he tried desperately to get a firm footing in the mud. unless he could hold on, grip something, the crocodile would pull him down into deeper water. he knew crocodiles roll over and over, often drowning their prey before tearing it to pieces.
already Hilton could feel the reptile unbelievable power, as his own feet were slipping further from the security of the nearby bank. he thrust out his right arm and screamed, PETA grab hold!'
PETA-Lynn felt no fear now. she waded back into murky water and called hang on, Hilton!' the water was up to her knees as she slithered in the mud. then she reached out for his arms and grabbed it with both hands. she planted her feet in the marsh, flexed her knees and pulled with all her might. it was like a tug-of-war, she thought, with Hilton the rope, and unless she anchored him, he would die.
out in the deeper water, the crocodile was splashing with renewed fury. it wouldn't let go of Hilton's thigh and PETA-Lynn realized with horror that gradually she was being dragged forward. the crocodile was winning the tug-of-war.
the water reached above her waist now, but she kept her grip---even when a vicious tug from the crocodile again dragged Hiltons shoulders, neck and then his face completely under the water. PETA-Lynn had seen the despair on his face, and she thought she'd lost him. But she gasped for breath and kept pulling.
suddenly, the crocodile stopped rolling. PETA-Lynn felt herself falling back into the marsh, dragging Hilton towards her. His head broke the surface and he sputtered, gasping for air the reptile still had a hold on him, but then five paces from land it unaccountable let go and sank back into the depths
PETA-Lynn pulled furiously on Hilton, Hilton! come on? he staggered out, stunned, his face deathly white and expressions. Blood streamed from his arm and thing.this is the story of crocodile and it is a very cool story I had read many times this story really in this story complete description there and in this one the story most used in books in India by many people and all are really very happy after reading this like stories in every day.
Hilton grunted an inaudible rely, then fainted again. just before they reached channel point, he began to moan. don't die, Hilton! PETA-Lynn sobbed.
Hilton got up from his knees as the crocodile thrashed wildly with its tail. Now the reptile lunged at him from the side and struck again. its jaws clamped tightly on Hilton's right thigh and he felt himself being pulled much more vigorously than before. Blood gushed from his torn forearm. he tried desperately to get a firm footing in the mud. unless he could hold on, grip something, the crocodile would pull him down into deeper water. he knew crocodiles roll over and over, often drowning their prey before tearing it to pieces.
already Hilton could feel the reptile unbelievable power, as his own feet were slipping further from the security of the nearby bank. he thrust out his right arm and screamed, PETA grab hold!'
PETA-Lynn felt no fear now. she waded back into murky water and called hang on, Hilton!' the water was up to her knees as she slithered in the mud. then she reached out for his arms and grabbed it with both hands. she planted her feet in the marsh, flexed her knees and pulled with all her might. it was like a tug-of-war, she thought, with Hilton the rope, and unless she anchored him, he would die.
out in the deeper water, the crocodile was splashing with renewed fury. it wouldn't let go of Hilton's thigh and PETA-Lynn realized with horror that gradually she was being dragged forward. the crocodile was winning the tug-of-war.
the water reached above her waist now, but she kept her grip---even when a vicious tug from the crocodile again dragged Hiltons shoulders, neck and then his face completely under the water. PETA-Lynn had seen the despair on his face, and she thought she'd lost him. But she gasped for breath and kept pulling.
suddenly, the crocodile stopped rolling. PETA-Lynn felt herself falling back into the marsh, dragging Hilton towards her. His head broke the surface and he sputtered, gasping for air the reptile still had a hold on him, but then five paces from land it unaccountable let go and sank back into the depths
PETA-Lynn pulled furiously on Hilton, Hilton! come on? he staggered out, stunned, his face deathly white and expressions. Blood streamed from his arm and thing.this is the story of crocodile and it is a very cool story I had read many times this story really in this story complete description there and in this one the story most used in books in India by many people and all are really very happy after reading this like stories in every day.
Hilton grunted an inaudible rely, then fainted again. just before they reached channel point, he began to moan. don't die, Hilton! PETA-Lynn sobbed.
