THE LAME CROCODILE
There was once a very brave crocodile who had lived with Ahmed and Maya since he was very small. His name was Limpy, and we shall tell you why.
The story of our friend the crocodile begins at the river bank of the Nile, which was no ordinary river… It was a dangerous river, not just because of its wild waters, but also because there lived some fierce and very dangerous crocodiles.
For a very long time, no one had gone near the spot despite its great beauty, for the wicked crocodiles prowled its banks. That was why they put up warning signs telling people about the savage crocodiles.
One day, Ahmed and Maya were taking a walk along a path near the Nile. It was a very pleasant stroll, for the sun had come up and the birds were trilling merrily.
Suddenly they heard shouts – it sounded like shouts for help and it was coming from the riverbank of the Nile…
Ahmed didn’t hesitate for a second and ran to see what was happening, for he knew that crocodiles lay in wait at the banks of the river and it was a very perilous place.
When Ahmed reached the river bank, panting and out of breath from the speed at which he had run, he found himself face to face with two huge crocodiles trying to attack a little crocodile that had turned up at this part of the river and was completely confused at finding himself cornered by the wild beasts.
“Don’t worry, little one, come here, grab my hand! Swim, swim!” called Ahmed to the little crocodile.
“Please help me, they’ve injured my leg!” answered the little crocodile.
At last he managed to grab Ahmed’s hand, who pulled with all his might to heave the little crocodile out of the river where the two wild crocs were lurking. “Come on, my brave little croc, I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here,” said Ahmed with a wink.
The poor little crocodile was trembling in fear at what had happened, and said
Ahmed and Maya exchanged a look and replied: “If you want, you can come and live with us. We have a little house near a lake where you could swim whenever you wanted… Would you like to come home with us?”
“Oh, yes please!” answered the little crocodile.
“Well, let’s go home them, my limpy little crocodile, I’ll help fix up your leg,” said Maya.
And that was how the little crocodile got his name, for although his leg recovered completely the name was a reminder that Ahmed and Maya had saved his life. And so it was that Limpy could paddle from one side of the lake to the other near the house where he now lived.