The colourful flowers surrounded Frenchy as she smoothed her hand through the luscious grass. She got up and walked towards the deep lake. Slowly, a crocodile emerged from the water. The orange flowers laid on the lilypads as they floated away from the crocodile. Within the lake there were beautiful fish (a lot of them). Frenchy collapsed to the floor when she saw the crocodile: it was no harm though. It didn’t want to hurt her. The wide lake made ripples like when you drop a leaf into the water. The crocodile sunk back into the lake, slowly and calmly.