The old crocodile was floating at the river’s edge when a younger crocodile swam up next to him,
“I’ve heard from many that you’re the fiercest hunter in all of the river bottoms. Please, teach me your ways.”
from a nice long afternoon nap, the old crocodile glanced at the young
crocodile with one of his reptilian eyes, said nothing and then fell
back asleep atop the water.
frustrated and disrespected, the young crocodile swam off upriver to
chase after some catfish, leaving behind a flurry of bubbles. “I’ll show him”, he thought to himself.
that day the young crocodile returned to the old crocodile who was
still napping and began to brag to him about his successful hunt,
“I caught two meaty catfish today. What have you caught? Nothing? Perhaps you’re not so fierce after all.”
the old crocodile again looked at the young crocodile, said nothing,
closed his eyes and continued to float atop the water as tiny minnows
muched away lightly at the algae on his underbelly.
the young crocodile was angry he couldn’t get a response from the
elder, and he swam off a second time upstream to see what he could hunt.
a few hours of thrashing about he was able to hunt down a small crane.
Smiling, he kept the bird in his jaws and swam back to the old
crocodile, adamant about showing him who the true hunter was.
As the young crocodile rounded the bend, he saw the elder crocodile still floating in the same spot near the river’s edge.
However, something had changed — a large wildebeest was enjoying an afternoon drink just inches near the old crocodile’s head.
one lightning fast movement, the old crocodile bolted out of the water,
wrapped his jaws around the great wildebeest and pulled him under the
the young crocodile swam up with the tiny bird hanging from his mouth
and watched as the old crocodile enjoyed his 500 lb meal.
The young crocodile asked him, “Please… tell me… how… how did you do that?”
Through mouthfuls of wildebeest, the old crocodile finally responded,
“I did nothing.”