MANGROVE RESORT........

  RESORT

                   BY Dawnie...

The day dawned like any other, it was warm balmy morn

and Irving was out on the mangrove flat sunning himself like he

had donefor many a long year. He was wearing a ludicrous and

ridiculous smile on his handsome old face.He had a disposition

to silence and was very reticent about displaying all he knew

or felt and he was not going to be coerced into anything that

wasn't beneficial to him. He had been watching some very

stupid humans who seemed oblivious to him. They had been

swimming just off a little sandy patch to the left of him for

weeks now and they must have felt pretty cocky, he thought

or they wouldn't be so blase andcareless would they?

Oh well one of them would make a tasty morsel for lunch or

dinner sooner or later just have to bide his time and strike
 

at the most opportune moment.

Irving had a pretentious spirit and showed ostentation

laying there in the tropical sun displaying his big rotund

body and beautiful hide. He exuded with a smell of rotting

mud and the hot sun helped emit the heat from the mud

into his body. No one could accuse Irving of being verbose

for his vocabulary was very limited,he never made a sound,

Maybe the stupid humans were thinking that with time he

would just get used of them being there in his domain and 

his desire, strength and instinct to eat them,would abate

and become less intense or severe leaving them to swim

with no worries.

             
The days of dreamy sun filled hours of relaxation drifted

from one into the next and Irving kept a meticulous diary

in his head of all coming's and going's of anything edible.

He always kept an ye on everything didn't miss a trick,

one had to get up early to put anything past Irving.

He watched with his malevolent eyes,not wishing evil, in

the true sense of malevolence but with thoughts of his

stomach. For this was his home and he had lived here

since he had hatched and his loving Mother carried him into

the mangroves and put him in a safe possy. He was not

about to hold up a flag of truce and surrender this place

he loved to anyone, least of all the stupid humans.

So just on dusk one very warm evening Irving slithered

into the water and kept a sharp look out for the humans

to come swimming,when they all arrived, they went into

the water splashing and yahooing with great exuberance

and did not notice Irving was not on the sandbank lying

in his usual resting place. Suddenly with devastating and

crushingly effective precision Irving had his big jaws

around a tasty human for his evening meal. He had

carried out the attack with astounding accuracy.

Now the bloody stupid humans were hunting him, and

there was no way, he was in any mood to capitulate or

surrender just because he had dined on one of them.

Could he help it if they swam on his dinner plate and

presented them selves to him like a turkey on a

Christmas platter? What self respecting crocodile

would pass up an easy dinner like that?

19:28 - Wednesday, September 6, 2006 - post comment

no thanks

Different!!!!! Don't tell me you actually like crocodiles?????But I suppose they have their place.....well away from ME!!!!

Anonymous - 12:48 - Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Irving...

I really liked this little story.... so much discription, and very entertaining. I look forward to reading more!

inamorata - 14:11 - Wednesday, September 13, 2006