Tater Lake by Morag

When I walked down to Tater lake which was a block from our house, I sat down on a wide patch of grass in front of the lake.  I picked up a little stone and throw it across the lake which collapsed on the other side. I saw that within the grass there was a smooth orange rock that looked like a good skimming stone, I picked it up and flung into the water but instead of bouncing it sunk. I watched as it hit the bottom, but then suddenly the sand around it started to rise up and I realised it was a crocodile!