His sister, Carlotta, swam up to the edge. “But we are crocodiles! Crocodiles love water!”
From that day on, Cocoa still didn’t love the water. He still preferred his dry, sunny rock. But whenever a friend needed to cross the river, or whenever his family called him for a swim, Cocoa would go. Because he had discovered a secret: el cocodrilo que no le gustaba el agua cuento completo
“Come in, Cocoa!” shouted his brother, Carlos, doing a cannonball into the river. “The water is perfect!” His sister, Carlotta, swam up to the edge
One day, Papa Crocodile pulled Cocoa aside. “Son,” he said gently, “you have to learn to swim. Your tail is made for the water. Your scales are made for the water. Your heart is a crocodile heart.” He still preferred his dry, sunny rock
The other little crocodiles began to whisper. “He’s strange.” “Maybe he’s not a real crocodile.” “Does he even like being green?”
In the morning, something magical happened.