Because his great-great-grandfather had set a terrible example—never to casually bring a woman home as a mistress, or the house might explode and his wife be dragged down with it—Bhumphil swore that if he couldn’t find a beautiful crocodile to marry in this lifetime, he would rather grow old and die alone on his farm. But fate had other plans. One night, as he sat by the pond watching the moonlight, someone suddenly threw a woman into the water. What did they think he was? Hadn’t he put up a sign saying “Do not feed”? Didn’t they know he doesn’t eat people—especially not ugly ones?
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