it began to grow light in the garden. The hopeful waiting from the eyes and senses of the very small crocodile had exhausted the night. A lovely dead red Dragonfly lay be XXX CCC tween his front nose and hid s s s eyes, gave no movement, past the occasional wing quiver, tricked by the breeze. The small crocodile fell into dreams of 4oclock games with his best friend Dragonfly