10 Fast Food

CHAPTER 10 FAST FOOD Finally, we reach a river and cross it by stepping on croco- diles. One eats Doris's backpack and all. I guess that's the toll. It's sort of a potluck dinner. Without any luck... we'll be the dinner. I

hope that a giraffe doesn't swallow me. The fall could be huge—or worse, I could be sucked up an elephant's nose. Snot a nice way to go!

I don't want to be a baboon's breakfast, a lion's lunch, a crocodile's dinner, or a snake's snack. I run and hold up a sign that says PLEASE DON'T FEED THE ANIMALS. I hope they can read.