For six months, Chito hand fed Pocho. He even simulated the chewing of food with his mouth to encourage the crocodile to eat. Affection was one of the most important factors to Pocho’s recovery. Chito gave it kisses and hugs, he talked to it and pet it. “The crocodile needed my love to regain the will to live,” he said. His first wife was not pleased…
Her husband had brought home a dangerous predatory monster and planned to nurse it back to health. At first, she accepted it. Her husband was doing a good thing. Eventually, though, it seemed like Chito was spending a little too much time with the crocodile for her liking, and she left for good. Chito wasn’t upset, though; there was something special about the crocodile.
In time, Pocho improved enough to return to normal health. It was time for him to return to his own river in the wild. Chito and his friends loaded the crocodile back into his boat and released him in a nearby river. The two parted ways and Chito returned home alone. The next morning, however, something incredible happened…
When Chito awoke the next morning and walked outside, he found Pocho sleeping on his veranda. The crocodile had swum down the river and followed him home. It seemed to Chito that Pocho had made his choice, he wanted to live in Siquirres with the man who had saved his life. Pocho was moved into the lake on Chito’s property, and in time, the two grew even closer.
As time marched on, Pocho became a member of the family. Chito remarried and had a daughter of his own of course, but the crocodile remained a feature of their homestead. Although, the little girl was not permitted to go near the hulking reptile. After Pocho had followed him home, Chito tried calling his name. The croc responded, and the fisherman knew he could be trained…