Never Smile

At a CROCODILE!?

He's been there for many months, and I've never seen him smile once.

As I walked briskly past this strange creature, a trail of toilet paper trailing behind me like the train of a long skirt and inky, gloved fingers... (the letterpress studio is located at the end of this long hallway inhabited by fine arts students) it made quite a scene but neither I nor anyone walking past gave the slightest bit of notice.

This could only happen in an art college...