THE CROCODILE FROM CALIFORNIA

Zachary calls me and we talk on the phone.
I ask how his two weeks of camping with his grandpa and grandma were.
He tell me he drove his bike into the creek.
He sat all afternoon and did not get any fish.
But wait, something awesome happened.
A crocodile scratch him.!

A crocodile, my goodness, and was it big ?( I ask)
No, grandma Pachi, he was a baby crocodile, ( we are talking of California's sierra, here)
and he had tape around his mouth, but he ripped it and he scratch me.

Later he gives me directions how to get to his home.
So grandma Pachi, you take 50 and then at the light, you turn, and then at the yellow house you turn and then pass the trees, you turn and then you see a big store, and after that you go straight until the end of the road, and then you turn into the driveway.

thank you, thank you, thank you universe!