A Random Event Has Occurred!
The iguana knows that he does not belong on the sand. But there are horses up ahead and he knows they do not really belong here either. And actually, if he knew how to form a language horses could understand, he would ask them how any of them have gotten to his place.
Still, even though he knows it shouldn't, the sand feels like home beneath his tail. And the flies are sweet and fat on his tongue. Each meal takes him closer and closer to the horses whispering between each other. He understands, like any creature made to hide in the jungle, what secrets look like when they take the shape of flesh and bone. Maybe if he could speak he could tell the two horses all about secrets and islands that appear out of nothing.
But he cannot.
So the iguana that is almost bright enough to be called yellow (or maybe newborn gold), only pauses and cocks his head at the other creatures on his shore. His tail whips at the sand as if to pass along a warning. This he does three times. Thump, thump, thump, like a fading heartbeat.
Each bit of sand that rises into the air turns into a butterfly that flies out towards the sea instead of the treeline.
The iguana turns away and forgets why he is he walking on sand instead of jungle bark.
Still, even though he knows it shouldn't, the sand feels like home beneath his tail. And the flies are sweet and fat on his tongue. Each meal takes him closer and closer to the horses whispering between each other. He understands, like any creature made to hide in the jungle, what secrets look like when they take the shape of flesh and bone. Maybe if he could speak he could tell the two horses all about secrets and islands that appear out of nothing.
But he cannot.
So the iguana that is almost bright enough to be called yellow (or maybe newborn gold), only pauses and cocks his head at the other creatures on his shore. His tail whips at the sand as if to pass along a warning. This he does three times. Thump, thump, thump, like a fading heartbeat.
Each bit of sand that rises into the air turns into a butterfly that flies out towards the sea instead of the treeline.
The iguana turns away and forgets why he is he walking on sand instead of jungle bark.
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