0007 A Crocodile's Tears For Steve

I shall miss my pet human, Steve. I loved to play with him, hear the gasps from the watching millions, grinning my big toothy grin, stretching up to grab the snack knowing well that I could have snacked on him instead or knocked him aside, grabbed his baby, gulp but hey, who’s stoopid enough to eat their meal ticket? Steve worked hard for me – who has a pet that efficient, hard-working? Better than a robot and just as predictable. He made all the arrangements, kept me in luxury. And the really big deal, We crocs get protected world-wide if we pretend to behave around people and so do all the animals, which is a good thing since we can all, each species, do one thing at least better than any man.. did you think of that, pet? So though humans, being the inferior do-a-lot-of-things-but-badly species, do lots of idiotic things that would ruin the planet that animals run so well if you let us, they’re OK as pets if you treat them right and we have to share the planet with the idiots anyway don’t forget that animals always know one thing above all – is it in our interest to kill our pet humans? that’s where that stoopid sting-ray showed itself an inferior species, guess it hadn’t known Steve long enough to suss that out, or got swollen head (well look at it) being on TV, thought it was a character in Neighbours What a waste – I’d trained him so well, I wonder if he really knew that.. anyway, we made a good double act.. I shall really miss my pet human, Steve.