Cent et Un Mots par Jour

Cent et Un Mots par Jour


The forest was anything but silent. Exotics birds answered each others from the top of the trees. Wild animals, hunting others, or just enjoying a group moment, were crying and laughing and roaring. A river was meandering through the trees. A large trunk was floating on its brown water, following its current. Suddenly, the piece of wood changed its direction and came to the bank. It wasn't a tree. It was a crocodile. The bulky reptile crawled out of the river, its large tail wiggling behind him. The crocodile was hungry.



Claire Annovazzi

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