Every morning, Mother Crocodile brings Achille delicious bananas for his breakfast. She's always in awe: "My son, you're so big, you're so beautiful, what beautiful teeth you have!" But one morning, Achille eats nothing. He doesn't want bananas. What he really wants is to eat a child. His parents are worried. They bring him a sausage the size of a truck. They make him a gigantic chocolate cake. Nothing helps. What Achille wants is to eat a child. What could possibly get this thought out of his head? Perhaps by meeting a child?