Mr Magar hated the walkway.
He relished privacy and warm weather. His clan had always made their homes on muddy river banks and near salty mangrove swamps. Being sensitive to cold he loved to bask in the sun.
He was not a vegan and loved flesh for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The walkway threatened all that he loved. It had increased the competition exponentially. There were trippers to disturb him at all times. The revered dead could not be ritually disposed.
And last but not the least it deprived him from the occasional delicacy he had enjoyed over the years ……….. human flesh.
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PS – magar/mugger(hindi) means crocodile
Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.