crocodile

There was a small crocodile, about a metre long, scuttling about at my feet. We, a friend and I, were trying to walk up the hill but the crocodile kept snapping its mouth open and shut, like a wind-up toy, trying to bite us. Its jaw was slightly disjointed, unhinged, so that it rattled a little with each bite. I was trying to stop it from biting us without hurting it in the process, so I repeatedly grabbed its snout, clamping its mouth shut, and threw the little crocodile a short way away, throwing it in such a way as it would land on its feet. Again and again, it ran back toward us, snapping its jaws at our heels.