Pero no fue un estornudo normal. Al abrir la boca, una enorme llama de fuego salió disparada de sus fauces. Sus ojos se abrieron como platos. ¿Fuego? ¿Un cocodrilo escupiendo fuego?
Cocoa sighed. He knew she was right. Every morning, Mama Crocodile would line up all her little ones by the riverbank. “One, two, three – SWIM!” she would call. And all the little crocodiles would jump in with a happy splash . All except Cocoa. He would just sit there, feeling the sun on his back. el cocodrilo que no le gustaba el agua cuento completo
in a wide, muddy river, there lived a small crocodile named Cocoa. Pero no fue un estornudo normal
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. ¿Fuego
His sister, Carlotta, swam up to the edge. “But we are crocodiles! Crocodiles love water!”