Crocodile Dundee

He wasn’t sure if their taunts had worked, if the crocodile mother’s temper had already blown, or if it was a combination of both. But, whatever the cause may be, the boys got their desired result. The beast lurched forward, chasing after Aresenn, closing the gap between them in a matter of seconds. He had just barely escaped its famous “jaws of death”, and had whipped back around to face the croc head-on. She hissed, opening her jaws and rolling her tongue to make the battle cry louder and deeper in tone. And, behind her, he could hear the high-pitched squeaks of her tiny brood as they beckoned their mother back into the safety of the water. “We need to get her farther from the water.” He knew that once they back her into a corner, she would try to flee back into the sea. But if they could lure her far enough away, it would increase their chances of success.

Leaping forward and back, while barking and snapping his jaws, he taunted the mother and threaten the safety of her babies until her temper overcame her. She lurched forward again, whipping her tail from side to side to throw her weight forward. He had to throw himself to the side to avoid her snapping jaws, losing a few stands of hair on his tail in the process. He leaped onto a small boulder, using it as leverage to momentarily avoid her. “Bite the tender part of her back leg,” He commanded between barks that were meant to distract her. “Where it meets her tail.” And he followed with some clarification, figuring the other boy needed it.

”Speech”