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“Run! Run!” Peter took off, running on all fours, the splash of river water hitting his heels and the roar of crocodiles ringing in his ears. “Come, on! Come on!” he laughed. “We made it!” “We done made it!” screamed Ham. “We made it,” Oop giggled. “We bloody made it!” Chim squealed. They found a tall tree and immediately scampered up the top. Peter was slow, but he gripped the trunk with his hands and feet and made his way to the top. “Hey, Pete!” Ham laughed. “You better climb a mite faster, otherwise, you’re gonna be crocodile chow.” “He’s gaining on ya!” laughed Oop. “Take your time,” Chim giggled. “He’s only got about five dozen teeth.” Peter climbed up onto the branch and looked down. There were crocodiles on the ground, peering up at him with their dark, beady eyes. They hissed as they reached the base of the tree, unable to climb it thanks to their short, stubby legs. They hissed a little bit longer as they circled the trunk, daring the monkeys to come back down, but