The herpetologist and his assistants searched the bridge to the Royal Society in a panic. His living sample of the rare chameleon he’d discovered had escaped, and if they didn’t find it soon, his presentation would be ruined.
“Remember, it is probably blending into the stone. Look carefully!”
“What if it changed into something else, knowing stone would be obvious?” A graduate student asked.
“Don’t be daft. It isn’t capable of that level of sophistication.” He spat.
Disguised as an gold ornamental carving, the chameleon watched them tramp up and down the bridge, and waited for its chance to escape.

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