For being so ungrateful he called the crocodile the worst name he could and then disappeared. The crocodile was ashamed and gave up the idea of eating the boy. He still took the boy on his back and they travelled together until the crocodile became old. He said, 'Ah, friend, the good deed you did me cannot be repaid. That crocodile became Timor island, which is the shape of a crocodile, and the Timorese are descendants of that boy.
People there are always kind.
They welcome others and have a sense of justice and gratitude to people and they tell this legend to explain it. Our people call crocodiles 'Grandfather'. When they cross a river they always call 'Crocodile, I am your grandchild, do not eat me'.