Proverbs provide a wonderful inspiration for stories. ‘A log in the river can never become a crocodile’.
We live in a time when we are consistently told that we can be whatever we want to be. This is a view I do not subscribe to.  Rather I feel that we may be better off discovering the magic of who we are and trying to the very best of that. This obsession with what is currently considered ‘success’ has led to a lot of logs floating around in a lot of rivers! Because they are incapable of doing the work of the crocodile, our rivers are now becoming stagnant, fetid pools of water. Tell me, how does this story end?