The sight of a 12ft croc caused quite a shock to an Indian Rubber man when he woke up to unwind after sleeping with his legs tucked behind his neck.
The giant croc had slipped in to the man's back garden in Orissa, India, and was sleeping under a rubber tree planted by the Indian Rubber Man for inspiration and sap. After rolling out onto the balcony and unwinding, the shock of the croc nearly made him stiff for the first time in his life. The croc didn't bat an eyelid as most crocs tend to.
Keeping calm, he slithered back into his living room and called the local croc hunters for advice. In the interim, several makers of croc handbags, shoes, and other luxury articles, made in India for Paris, London and LA, jumped over the fence hoping to skin the beast while it slept peacefully not harming anybody!
Fortunately, Green Peace arrived with the croc hunters and shot the poachers in their rear ends with poisonous arrows made from snakes poison who also frequent the villages. Before they could start slicing the beast to bits, they done a runner humming an ABC pop classic, Poison Arrow, here a sample, "Shoot that poison arrow through to my heart not my arse!"
After shooting several non poison arrows into the tough skinned, gigantic croc, it fell into a deeper sleep, non-skinned, and the croc hunters took it to the Balimela reservoir without it waking up and blinking an eyelid as most crocs never do.
As for the Indian Rubber man, Michelin offered him a role in their latest advertising campaign after his brave confrontation with a potential, thousand leather, luxury Louis Vitton bags (name changed for legal reasons, but you know who I mean)!
