The flooded river that runs through the crocodile farm provided the most recent water input after the storm.
“We cannot just pack up and leave,” she said.
“We’ve been watching their royal lifestyle for too long. We’re going,” he replied.
They trudged through the mud and reached the gate.
“Just our luck,” he said, “it’s locked! I’m not going anywhere until they let us in.“
“This is Ranger Lara Ironclaw. We discovered two more crocodiles waiting at the gate!”
“Weren’t they all found?”
“We must have counted wrong!”
‘Did he just wink at the female?’ puzzled the ranger.