Write four lines of prose about: the crocodile.
Sold the last loaf of bread around 2 o'clock today. Locked the doors to finish up the cleaning at 2:30, with only a couple of ciabatta buns and some butter tarts and macaroons left in the shop.
Business appears to be picking up. We shall see what tomorrow holds.
I'm sure the sunshine and above zero temperatures are helping. I get the impression that the town in general is busier these days, with more people out and about.
We're all slowly emerging from our winter hibernation, I suppose.
It will happen one day. It will happen, just as you say. Will you be pleased, or will your skin turn gray?
For when you see this crocodile in a while, you'll see me with a big, big smile.