The crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist's chair.He said, "Right here and everywhere my teeth require repair."
The dentist's face was turning white. He quivered, quakedand shook.He muttered, "I suppose I'm going to have to take a look.
"I want you," Crocodile declared, "to do the backones first.The molars at the very back are easily the worst."He opened wide his massive jaws. It was afearsome sight
At least three hundred pointed teeth, all sharp andshining white.The dentist kept himself well clear. He stood twoyards away.He chose the longest probe he had to search out thedecay."I said to do the back ones first!" the Crocodile calledout