Pandabeard and the giant crocodile
Saturday, June 13th, 2009Dear Pandas,
Since Max didn’t want to tell you the crocodile story all the way to the end, I’ve decided to ask Pandabeard himself to finish it for us.
Pandabeard, there you were swimming peacefully in the dangerous Pamazon. Then what?
Ho ho, what happened next? Make yourself comfortable and let old Pandabeard tell you the rest. I was just about to doze off – the sun was shining warm on my stomach and I could hear nothing but the sweet chirping of little birds. I was slowly falling asleep until suddenly, something grabbed me by the swimming trunks and forced me underwater. I was as confused as a cow on Astroturf! It all went so fast! I wiggled and fought and did my best to try and swim away, but something was holding me tight. I even screamed, but no one could hear me underwater. As I was trying to make my escape, I found a cord. One of my men must have thrown it overboard to help me. Oh, was I in an up-hill battle! Some massive creature had its jaws fastened to my trousers and all I could do was hang onto this cord for my dear life! With all my might and short on air, I held on as my men heaved me up towards the boat. When I was only half-way up, whatever it was that had grabbed me had given up. I looked down only to see the jaws of a a giant crocodile…but without teeth! He had lost them on my bathing trunks! Can you imagine? He lost his entire set of chompers! That one must have been pretty along in his years. We needed a pretty big set of pliers in order to get that set of jaws off of my booty. And I don’t mean treasure!

But they look great in the bar, don’t they?
Yeah, they’re pretty cool! And even better with the story. That sure was a close one, though!
Aaarrrrrgh, you said it. And to think, I got a hole in my favorite swimming suit.
Ha ha, thanks for the story, Pandabeard!
Gladly. Tell me anytime you want another story. An old pirate like me has a thousand more up his sleave.
Sure thing, Pandabeard.
Be good Pandas,
Ella











