Ages ago, before the evolution of science and technology, there was a small jungle near the banks of Cauvery.
Animals lived happily, cradling with the love of Mother Nature.
There were no suspicions about the menace of deforestation or pouching; as humans were way back in their development, to be precise, lived in their Stone Age era.
In such a back drop, there lived a mighty crocodile which was believed to be 123 years old.
Such was his charisma; all the animals in the forest had huge respect towards him.
On a bright sunny day, Mr Crocs send an invitation to the inhabitants of the jungle inviting them for a lavish bash!
The creatures were overjoyed hearing this and obliged.
Finally, the day has arrived – the event kick started with a mind boggling symphony presented by our nightingale sisters, followed by a grant trumpet session of elephants and thus the bash was getting into its grove.
Before the curtains down , Mr. crocs took the centre stage and yelled in his deep voice – “My dear friends , firstly let me thank you all for making this day the most memorable one .Coming to the point, comrades! We are all aware of the fact that our place has been doomed by drought and agony during the scorching summer.
Many were strangled to death due to hunger and were prone to diseases.
Friends! To tackle this, I and my noble crocs team have decided to build a storage house near the banks of the river.
The whole idea behind this is that we can store our stock & utilise them when the need arises.
Exciting offers and gifts will be awarded for those who maintain a good some of their stock with us.
On other hand, we would be lending the surplus as credit to those who are badly in need of our stored food items.
We believe this idea would help us to restore our prosperity even during our trying times”, thus he ended his talk.
There were pin drop silence in the group. Small discussions emerged among themselves.
A kind of mystification persisted in the minds of the animals .They feared the chance of losses which might occur.
Deep from the crowd, came with a distinct feminine voice –“Hello Mr CROCS”- It was our Ant queen along with her army marched forward and conveyed their interest in laying their hands into this wonderful idea.
One seeing the epitome of Hard work themselves coming to join hands, others also gave their nod.
Years rolled on, this start-up by Mr Crocs was a super hit, animals started hailing him for drafting and implementing such a life saving idea.
Nevertheless, Mr Crocs has been a hero to his jungle mates.
One morning, Mr Donkey came to avail some credit from Mr Crocs.
One seeing the former attire, Mr Crocs pondered whether he could repay the grains.
Then there came a series of checkups and investigations undertaken by Mr Crocs and his team.
At last they paid the poor donkey only half the amount of grains requested by him.
With a heavy heart, the donkey left the scene.
Later on that day, the lion – rated as the king of the jungle, announced his arrival into Mr Crocs place.
On seeing him, the later was overwhelmed.
The lion roared in his high tone – “My dear friend – how are you doing?”
“I m fine, sir” – the crocs responded.
The lion then cleared his intention behind his visit.
He stated that he would be requiring a huge stock of food for his family function.
Without giving a second thought, the crocs and his team gave away the lion’s proposal.
The lion went back happily thanking his luck.
Months passed, the crocs and co were eagerly waiting for something or the other from the Lion.
To their dismay, nothing has come.
On enquiring about his whereabouts, they were shocked to find that the lion & his family have left the jungle long ago.
It struck like a thunderbolts into the ears of our Mr crocs – he stood there dump struck staring at his bill board encrypted with – OUR STORAGE HOME – for all .