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Looking at one, you would have thought that it should have been named a “red-eyed” lizard, or a “black-toothed” lizard, or perhaps a “white-tongued” lizard.
If you’ve ever been close enough to see the yellow spots, you are probably dead.
The yellow-spotted lizards like to live in holes, which offer shade from the sun and protection from predatory birds. Up to twenty lizards may live in one hole. They have strong, powerful legs, and can leap out of very deep holes to attack their prey. They eat small animals, insects, certain cactus thorns, and the shells of sunflower seeds.
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Stanley stood in the shower and let the cold water pour over his hot and sore body. It was four minutes of heaven. For the second day in a row he didn’t use soap. He was too tired.
There was no roof over the shower building, and the walls were raised up six inches off the ground except in the corners. There was no drain in the floor. The water ran out under the walls and evaporated quickly in the sun.
He put on his clean set of orange clothes. He returned to his tent, put his dirty clothes in his crate, got out his pen and box of stationery, and headed to the rec room.
A sign on the door said WRECK ROOM.
Nearly everything in the room was broken; the TV, the pinball machine, the furniture. Even the people looked broken, with their worn-out bodies sprawled over the various chairs and sofas.
X-Ray and Armpit were playing pool. The surface of the table reminded Stanley of the surface of the lake. It was full of bumps and holes because so many people had carved their initials into the felt.
There was a hole in the far wall, and an electric fan had been placed in front of it. Cheap air-conditioning. At least the fan worked.
As Stanley made his way across the room, he tripped over an outstretched leg.
“Hey, watch it!” said an orange lump on a chair.
“You watch it,” muttered Stanley, too tired to care.
“What’d you say?” the Lump demanded.
“Nothin’,” said Stanley.
The Lump rose. He was almost as big as Stanley and a lot tougher. “You said something.” He poked his fat finger in Stanley’s neck. “What’d you say?”
A crowd quickly formed around them.
“Be cool,” said X-Ray. He put his hand on Stanley’s shoulder. “You don’t want to mess with the Caveman,” he warned.
“The Caveman’s cool,” said Armpit.
“I’m not looking for trouble,” Stanley said. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
The Lump grunted.
X-Ray and Armpit led Stanley over to a couch. Squid slid over to make room as Stanley sat down.
“Did you see the Caveman back there?” X-Ray asked.
“The Caveman’s one tough dude,” said Squid, and he lightly punched Stanley’s arm.
Stanley leaned back against the torn vinyl upholstery. Despite his shower, his body still radiated heat. “I wasn’t trying to start anything,” he said.
The last thing he wanted to do after killing himself all day on the lake was to get in a fight with a boy called the Caveman. He was glad X-Ray and Armpit had come to his rescue.
“Well, how’d you like your first hole?” asked Squid.
Stanley groaned, and the other boys laughed.
“Well, the first hole’s the hardest,” said Stanley.
