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Question
The crocodile lay on the bank of the Limpopo river. Golu thought it was
Options
a living crocodile.
a dead crocodile.
a log of wood.
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Solution
The crocodile lay on the bank of the Limpopo river. Golu thought it was a log of wood.
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