Every time I went to the zoo with my father, we had to visit the crocodiles. Looking down from a small bridge, I could take a look to the back of the reptiles, frightening and fascinated at the same time. They nearly did not move and their mouth were wide open. Although getting goose bumps, I felt very close to my friends.
When these four crocodiles appeared in my drawing, I remembered the zoo, my father and the feelings accompanying my crocodile-adventures. They got a very friendly expression now.