‘How many times do I have to tell you to cover your mouth when you yawn?’ ‘Sorry,’ said the crocodile. He swam closer to the edge of the moat, where Tommy was kneeling, frozen to the spot. After a sly glance at Lil, he opened his mouth again. ‘Muuuuuurp.’ ‘And when you burp,’ the cat added sternly. ‘You’ll make a bad impression on our new sword girl.’ ‘She started it.’ The giant reptile sounded sulky. ‘She called me a crocodile.’ Tommy didn’t understand. ‘But aren’t you a crocodile?’ ‘I’m a crocodiddle,’ he sniffed. ‘There’s a difference, you know.’ ‘I didn’t know,’ Tommy said. ‘What’s a crocodiddle?’ ‘Me,’ said the crocodiddle, as if that settled it. ‘What do you want, anyway?’ Lil explained about the sword and the crocodiddle’s beady yellow eyes lit up. ‘So that’s whose it is! I was just doing a couple of laps in the middle of the night – backstroke, butterfly, that kind of thing – when a sword splashed into the water right behind me.
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