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Why was the crocodile’s wife annoyed with her husband one day?
Solution
The crocodile’s wife was annoyed with her husband one day because the crocodile had stayed with the monkey longer than usual. She had been waiting and waiting, managing the little crocodiles that had just been hatched.
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