My eyes glared at the crocodile swimming around like a floating log.
The smell of the slime that covered the water and the coats of bark on trees.
The feeling of the mud opening its mouth and swallowing my feet and I couldn't get free.The horrible taste of the water as I accidentally fall in and the water charges into my mouth and forcing me to swallow.
My nose smell fresh and disgusting air of the wetland and as disgusting as the rubbish dump and fresh as flowers.
The sound of birds chirping, the wind howling into my ear and the leaves are dancing about.
