Wood you like to hear the rest of the tail?
Alex and Maria found the lizard desperately wedged in the wood post. Maybe he followed a cricket in, but got too fat to retreat? Everything was against him... the too small hole, the direction of his scales, the drag of his hanging body, while he tried to keep his head on, how much of him was exposed to birds, cats, heffalumps.. It was a perilous scene. Alex reminded us, "We can't tug on him, or he could drop his tail." Even our talking was causing him to play dead, so we sat around, writing notes, and making as little noise as possible. After some silence, Winnie resumed his struggle against the post, wriggling frantically, trying to get a leg up. Then he'd slump, as though from fatigue. The sun was setting. Alex and Maria went in for our space heater, and using an extension cord and a chair we got him warmed up. He was revived, and managed to free first one hand, then the other.
We waited, quietly.
William fed us the spaghetti dinner he'd made.
Then, Winnie sprang back into action.
And that is the rest of the true tale. The End.
Some people care too much. I think it's called love."
~Winnie the Pooh
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.