He tried to step backward, and then he felt the sharp pain again. This time he knew he had not struck himself.
“Something has bit me!” cried Chunky. “Oh, it must be a big fish! I must get out of here!”
He started to rise to the top of the water, so he could swim ashore, but, just as he did so, there came a third bite on his big nose, and he saw, right in front of him, a great big crocodile with a lot of teeth in his long jaws.
[It was the crocodile that had bitten Chunky] and which now had hold of his nose, hanging on like a mud turtle.
“Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!” blubbered Chunky, as he wiggled about under water, trying to get loose from the crocodile.
[“It was the crocodile that had bitten Chunky”]