Johnny was not wrong, however: it was indeed “my” crocodile I gaped at the display Mary’s creature lay on a gravel beach next to a pool of water with reeds poking out along the edges When Mary first uncovered it, it had been flattened, its bones jumbled, but she had felt that she should leave it as she found it, rather than try to reconstruct it Apparently William Bullock felt no such constraint, having prised the whole body away from the slabs that held it, rearranged the bones so the paddles had clear forms, stacked the vertebrae in a straight line, and even added what were probably plaster of Paris ribs added where some had gone missing Worse, they’d put a waistcoat around its chest, with the paddles sticking out of the arm holes, and perched an oversize monocle by one of its prominent eyes Near its snout was spread a tempting array of animals a crocodile might feed on: rabbits, frogs, fish At least they had not managed to prise open the mouth and stuff prey into its craw The label read: