crocodile

I was standing with a group of about seven people, outside in a grassy space. We were conversing about something that I cannot now recall. A small brown crocodile, about a foot or so long, penetrated the group, walking between us and snapping at our ankles. Each person pushed it away, careful to avoid being bitten as, although it was so tiny, it had a vicious bite. It repeatedly attempted to bite each one of us and each time it tried, one of us pushed it away. We tried to carry on the conversation but we were distracted by the crocodile and its sharp teeth. It changed colour, turning grass green, and grew a little so that it was now about a metre long and more solid. Still, it tried to bite us, lunging with increasing strength and snapping its now powerful jaws, and still, we pushed it away, doing our best to carry on the conversation.