I lean over the railing, watching the crocodiles lazily swim below.

My father studied crocodiles. He told me they have the strongest bite of any animal.

I lean closer. A crocodile stops and looks up at me.

A zookeeper tells me not to tip over the railing.

I wave them away. I know the danger, but the crocodiles won't attack me. Even if they already tasted my family's blood.

More crocodiles congregate below me, their reptilian skin shining in the early morning light.

The zookeeper shouts again. I tip forward.

A crocodile opens its mouth.