Connie the croc from Constant Creek, was a spirited youngster with a stubborn
streak.
Deep down she knew she was caring and kind, but if things went wrong she could lose her mind.
"Crocs don't do Yoga! " Connie sniggered at Gabby. "And as if we meditate, so don't make me crabby."
"Why not?" Gabby said. "It's easy to do;
it helps you keep calm and brings
happiness too."
Perry the prawn shot up in the sky. "Try this stretch,
with hands up high."
Next it was Baz with an almighty bend. "Fold at the hips,
let your fins extend."
"Come by the boat ramp, Monday at noon,
and you'll skip away to a
happier tune!"
Gabby was right, in just a few weeks,
Connie was over her snappy streaks.