So, the next day, Croc set off for Central Australia, where Roo lived.
“Now,”
thought Croc,
“where could Roo be?”
He looked around Ayers Rock — no Roo.
He looked out over Lake Eyre — still no Roo.
“Grrrrr,”
said Croc,
“he’s avoiding me on purpose!
So I’ll have to make him find me, but how?”
“I — HISSS — know”
said a voice from somewhere nearby.
“How, and where are you?”
asked Croc.
“I’m — HISSS — here,”
said a snake, as he slid out from under a rock,
“and it’s — HISSS — simple.
Kidnap his friend Koala.”
“I can’t”
said Croc,
“The men will shoot me if I go into town.”
“Then you — HISSS — must
get Dingo to do it for you.”
“That’s a good idea,”
said Croc,
“I’ll do it.”
Where could Roo be?