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Escape From the Jaws of Death
I was on a Safari in Africa with my family when I was young. We were on a small boat, crossing a river. The river was filled with crocodiles.
My mom pointed to one and said, “Don’t mess around with crocodiles when you are crossing any river.” I didn’t understand what she meant at the time, but I soon found out.
We were about halfway across the river when our boat hit a rock and started to sink. My dad started to swim for shore, but he was quickly taken down by a crocodile. My mom started to swim for shore, but she was quickly taken down by a crocodile. I was the only one left in the boat.
I was terrified. I could feel the jaws of a crocodile slowly closing around my leg as I sat in that boat trying to figure out what to do. Then, something occurred to me: if those crocodiles wanted me dead, they would have killed me by now.
So I calmed down and focused on figuring out how I was going to get out of this mess alive.
All around me were crocodiles, swimming in the water. I looked up and saw a tree branch hanging over the river. If only it was low enough for me to reach. Then I realized that the boat was still attached to my waist by a rope.
What I did was grab an oar that had fallen into the boat with me, cut the rope, threw one end of it onto the branch above me, tied…
