Once upon a time, within his boundaries, lived a villager. The crocodile used to be a villager when one day he turned out to be a king. The crocodile was not always able to defend against the threat to his life, and therefore, decided to be a king.

“My sister has gone to buy our neighbouring kingdoms,” he announced in the court. Years went by as people shopped at the market where everything was available for a price. The king bought a bunch of white eyes and some princes to rule over his courtiers and the kingdom. When his sister came back home some night, he asked her about the crocodile who had gone missing. It was so bad. She had been eating his meal and him. All this time, she had been in the woods and drinking on the river.

“The crocodile would then die in the field if he died and go to heaven?” asked the king.

“The crocodile’s back for stealing a brinjal,” his sister told him. And then the king, who was none else than the crocodile, lived happily happy upon listening to the news.

Moral: The king was a male crocodile.