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