I have not mentioned this before, but I am friends with Baron Munchausen, the famous German adventurer. I met with him recently, and I was lucky enough to hear the story of the first journey he ever took. This happened when he was around thirteen or fourteen, and a relative took him to the island of Ceylon (what is today called "Sri Lanka").
The journey itself was rather smooth, except for one day, when they had to land on a nearby island, due to a horrendous storm. The storm was so bad that it tore up a number of trees from the roots. The trees flew over five miles, up in the air! As soon as the storm ended, though, the trees all fell back down to their original locations and took root again.
As you probably know, cucumbers grow on trees in that part of the world. An elderly couple was out picking cucumbers when the storm hit, and they were stuck on the branches the entire time. Their extra weight caused the tree to tilt off-balance, and it ended up falling on top of the island's chief, killing him instantly. Fortunately, the chief was a greedy tyrant who no one liked, and the natives were so happy to see him gone that they elected the cucumber-pickers to replace him.
But back to my good friend, Baron Munchausen. He landed at Ceylon after six weeks, and one day, he went hunting with one of the governor's brothers. Munchausen fell behind the rest of the party, because he was tired, and he stopped to take a drink at a nearby stream.
This proved to be a mistake, because as soon as he turned around, he saw a large, angry lion approaching. There was no way Munchausen could fight the lion, because he only had a hunting knife and a gun filled with swan-shot. He turned around again, hoping to swim across the river to safety, only to find a large crocodile with its mouth wide open, ready to eat him. To the left was more of the river, and to the right was a large cliff with venomous snakes at the bottom.
Baron Munchausen is probably the bravest man I will ever meet, but he was still a young teenager at the time, so I suppose you cannot blame him for what he did in this terrible situation. He sat and cried, just as the lion and the crocodile attacked.
As it turned out, the lion was aiming for Munchausen's head. When he sat down quickly, it ruined the lion's pounce. The lion ended up jumping over Munchausen's head, and it fell directly into the crocodile's mouth. Munchausen quickly pulled out his hunting knife and cut the lion's head off in one blow. Then he punched the head farther into the crocodile's mouth, which caused the crocodile to die from suffocation.
If you don't believe me, you can go to Amsterdam, where the crocodile's body is on display in a museum. If you ever go to see it, please don't talk to the museum curator there. Sadly, that man likes to make up stories to excite people, and his version of the crocodile's death is so ridiculous that some people end up doubting Baron Munchausen's real facts about the entire adventure. Poor Baron!