Mr. Lizard (a short, short story)

Mr. Lizard was crawling across the jungle one afternoon when he was struck with a sudden pang of hunger.

“What am I to do?” he said to aloud, to no one in particular.

He heard no reply, so he decided to forage. The foraging was going well at first — he found 17 leaves and a fly. But somehow, poor Mr. Lizard got his foot caught between two rocks. He was stuck.

After about three hours stuck between the two rocks, Mr. Lizard began to get scared.

“What if I starve to death? And… I have to pee…” Mr. Lizard said to himself.

No one replied, so Mr. Lizard began to get scared. The first thing he did was relieve his bladder. Mr. Lizard had never peed on himself before. He was surprised at how warm it really was. It felt like a human being bath — something he was only vaguely famillar with.

Then Mr. Lizard tried to free himself again. He pushed with his remaining feet and even used his tail for leverage. The rocks budged a bit, but Mr. Lizard was still stuck.

There was only one thing to do — bite his leg off. Mr. Lizard didn’t want to part with his leg. He was a creature of symmetry — his coloring and spots were all the same on each side of his body and his eyes were perfectly equally apart from each other.

No matter — the leg had to go. Mr. Lizard slowly lowered his head towards his leg. He managed to close his eyes as his teeth neared his foot. He oepenned wide and let his teeth slowly sink into his ankle. Everything felt warm. And sharp.

THE END.