Long ago in the depths of the dark, green woods there was a little, old wooden house with your usual creaky staircase in the middle of it. Beside that was the murky, green watered swamp which the children threat laid all day and all night. That threat was called Crocky Wock the crocodile.
Crocky Wock loved to eat little children that weren’t asleep in bed on time. He thought that the heat of their awake bodies make them taste so much better. For a while Crocky would sit on the bank of the swamp and watch the little children that lived in the old house until he was hungry again.
The children had spotted Crocky Wock a few times but they didn’t know what he was capable of doing so they didn’t worry about him too much. The crocodile then felt the first rumble of his tummy for a month to tell him that he needed another child to munch on.