There once lived a crocodile that was afraid of water, and all his friends called him ‘Scaredie Cat.”

 


 

 

 

 

 

Scaredie Cat lived with his wife and three kids on the banks of the River Nile in Africa.

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All day, his wife and kids would swim and play in their back-yard, begging him to join them.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some days, his children, Fearless, Daredevil and Enigma, would all try to wrestle their father to have a swim with them.

 

 


 

But Scaredie Cat was too afraid of the dangers that lurked in the murky waters of his back-yard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day, as he was having a bath and whistling his favorite tune, his friend planned an attack to have him go fully in the water. He slowly crept up behind him and yelled “RAAAAAR!!!!”

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It worked” “It worked” yelled his friend, as Scaredie Cat pranced into the water.

 

 


 

 

 

All the other crocodiles rejoiced and jumped in for a swim.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scaredie Cat was so excited that he completely forgot why he was afraid.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Since then, he has been the first croc to go for a swim every day, and the last one to leave every night!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a little help from his friend, Scardie Cat was able to overcome his fear.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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