I could still remember how fascinated I was with the pictures of those cute little crocodiles in my almanac. These long, green and carnivorous creatures were so cool. I loved how they hunted for their prey day and night. When I was young, my mother would ask me, “Why do you love crocodile?”
What’s not to like about them? They have those long and shining but brittle teeth, bloated tummies and hard protective scales, which I did not know what they were for.
Why did they even need hard scales? To protect them from danger? Weren’t they the dangerous ones? They always took one another’s prey and soon they would take yours. They were the scavengers of food; they were the scavengers from the south. You would not like swimming in the deep—because the more you dived in, the more dangerous they became.
I always thought I like them but it changed. As soon as I realized that their preys did not have the ability to cry for help, I started to feel I was becoming one of them. One of those crocodiles which most us thought to only care about themselves. They don't care about the animals who are below them in the food chain. They hoard the food that was supposed to be for the other animals who would fight out of hunger.
Would those crocodiles change? Should we give them a chance? Would they ever improve and be better?
Cartoon by Mark Russel Garrison
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