Over at the riverside, while the crocodiles were picking out one zebra after the other to feast on, Sherone had made it to the other side of the river.
With glee, his hooves pressed on the wet riverside, sinking into the soil and slowing him down. But he ignored all that and continued climbing up the sloppy land, he was happy to finally escape.
When he was at a point where he was sure that no crocodile could ambush him without him being able to react quickly, he stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. He had escaped death from two sides.
He looked at the river which had been previously calm before but now, it was filled with large reptilian tails and floating zebra heads, waving about to splash water into the air.
