It was not the strangest request she'd ever received. She had to count "getting lost" as that. It was so extremely difficult to purposely misplace one's self. (She'd tried a great many times and failed each one.) So no, it wasn't what she considered strange. It was, however, not as easily done as said. Crocodiles just weren't lounging about waiting to be fetched.
She let out a breath, readjusted her hooves in the murky water, and once again plunged her head beneath the surface. Underwater sight was not one of her gifts and she once more saw nothing but mud and silt. Lifting her head, she felt her hair stick to her fur but that was all. Still no crocodile. Perhaps she needed something to feed it first?
Oh well, one more look under the water wouldn't hurt.
Samuel Carlin
Apologies for the long wait!