A crocodile doesn't know he has 100 days left. Neither do you, watching him eat and sleep and exist beside his friends like any other day matters. The movie doesn't turn that into tragedy or wisdom, it just lets ordinary moments be enough, the way they actually are before time runs out. Most stories would scream about mortality. This one whispers. By the end, you realize it was never about the countdown. It was about why anyone shows up at all when they know nothing lasts.

A crocodile goes about his routine existence, unaware of what lies ahead. He doesn't know he has exactly one hundred days left to live. He passes ordinary days alongside his animal companions, and nothing seems remarkable about any of it. The viewer, however, knows the count is running. The crocodile keeps living normally, unaware his time is finite, and the everyday moments he shares with his friends carry a weight he cannot see. The result is a quiet drama about mortality told through the gentle rhythms of slice of life, asking what makes a life worth living when no one is thinking about how little time remains.