Liz and I

No!! It's not Liz Hurley I'm talking about... I'm befriending the most shunned soul on planet earth... the reigning king of the revered reptile family "THE LIZARD". Ofcourse I go yikeeeeeees when I happen to spot one. My dearest Liz' omnipresence can be quite annoying but oflate I happen to feel this growing compassion for the Lizzie fraternity! Couple of days back, I spotted a teeny weeny newborn Liz behind my bedroom door... Really... It was soo cute. I called out for my mom... And like the mistress with the broom who never ceases to run around the house chasing Tom, my mom came with the longest broom ever made in history to chase away the tiny baby... No! My mom is not a baddie! She just does not want to give me Lizzie soup... And after a 10 minute duel around the cot, the tiny Liz lost it's tail... Freak accident.... I kicked up a fight with my mom for terrorizing the baby... I lived the 10 ugly minutes of the baby Liz in my mind. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really compassionate... I devoured cloned chicken strips recently and now I kick up a revolt against my mom to stop chasing the poor soul! Let not the tongue know what the heart feels! Killing at once is much much better than letting the soul live through a prolonged trauma! Yes, now don't ask me what I was trying to say.... Just Eat Don't Chase!!!