The Crocodile Man

Once upon a dark, moon-filled night in the village of Serenity Lakes, a scout wandered the shore. His patrol took him out of the village and into the night. He enjoyed his regular patrol. The night came to life with beasts of the water, air and land alike. Much he had seen on these shores, and much he looked forward to seeing each night. This night, though, felt different.  In the six months he had patrolled this path, never had it felt like it did now. Maybe the moon was too large. Maybe the odors of the lake were too strong. Maybe the night was too alive.
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