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  • When I was a child I found a tiny lizard sunbathing on a rock. Probably a child of some bigger lizards that zigzagged like lightnings between shore rocks. I named it Lizzy. Lizzy was brilliantly pink-coloured while bigger lizards were dull green. I caught it and put it on my palm and I saw how its little lungs heaved up and down. I tried to breathe following the same rhythm but Lizzys lungs were too fast.

    I had always wished a pet to love but chances were lousy because my older sister was so allergic to cats, dogs, birds and about every kind of furry and feathery animal. Atchoos ruled our house. So, in a same instant I catched this tiny lizard I knew it would be my faithful pet and my best friend forever. No nagging from older sister. No fur, no feathers. Just wonderfully shiny pink scales.

    I stroke Lizzy’s back gently and closed my palm a little to give it a hug. I talked to it what marvellous things we would do together, what thrilling adventures we would experience around the world. Won’t you agree, Lizzy? I asked. Won’t you?

    It didn’t answer. With my loving hug I had crushed it to death.
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