So John met Harry after a long time, no see. And Harry was wearing the most elegant shoes John ever saw in his life.
"What kind of shoes are You wearing, old chap?" John asked. "Well, that are crocodile shoes". Harry replied.
So, John took the first plane direction dark Africa 'cause he fancy'd that kind of shoes very much.
Three days later Harry recieved a very disturbing telegram from Africa, telling him that his friend John was hospitalized after having a struggle with a crocodile. Well, being his friend, Harry went to Africa a.s.a.p. to visit John. And their he was lying in that white bed between white sheets completely wrapped in white bandages. And all that in dark Africa, could You imagine that?
"What happened to You, chap?" Harry asked. "Well", John could only mumble a bit, "I arrived here the other day and went straight off to that lake where some croc's where spotted. And there it was. A very big one. I thought that would be exact the one I neede. I took a shot, But I missed. A second shot missed also, and then the rifle jammed. So, I was'nt gone to Africa to return empty handed, I jumped into the pool with only my hunting knife. The first thing the croc' did was to sweep the knife right out of my hand with his massive tail. So, I took the croc' in a wrestling hold, and after hours of struggling I finally was able to pull it ashore. And what do You think? The croc' wasn't wearing any shoes at all.
