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Lunchbox monitor lizard
Ten year old me , accidentally smuggle a lizard into school in me lunchbox. Not like I planned it, nope. See, I was at the park, emptying my Bread jam sandwich before school , when this lil lizard shot out of a bush and landed in my bag. Lizard. Live and wiggly. Panic? You bet. But third-grader me had a plan. Brilliant, terrible plan.
I shoved the lizard under my sandwich and zipped the bag shut. in class, I was bursting with excitement. My lunchbox was like a secret fort, housing a living, breathing (okay, maybe not breathing, but definitely blinking) treasure. I couldn't wait to share my discovery .
Lunchtime rolls around, and I'm bursting with excitement. "Guess what I got?" I whisper to my best friend, pulling out the lizard with a flourish. Her jaw dropped wider than a frog catching flies. "Is that... a snake?" she squeaks, eyes wide as saucers. "A snake? No way!" I declare, "He's a lizard! Way cooler than any old snake."
Now, She was cool with most things, but reptiles weren't exactly her jam. Still, she couldn't resist his charm, and soon we were both giggling like hyenas .
But word travels fast in the third-grade jungle, and soon, a gaggle of curious classmates had gathered around, whispering and giggling. Some were impressed, some were squeamish, and some, well, they were just jealous. These three little girls," decided to tattle to the principal, claiming I was selling "poisonous snakes" in the lunchroom. Can you imagine? Poisonous snakes? This little girl couldn't even hurt a fly!
Teachers were fainting , pigeons scattered, and for a fleeting moment, I swear the Earth tilted on its axis. just kidding
My principle takes one look at my lunchbox, and her face turns paler than a ghost. "What in the world… you have lizard between your breads "
Where on earth did it come from?"
Now, I wasn't born yesterday. I knew this was a "lizard or detention" situation. So, I took a deep breath and declared, "Miss , that's not a snake! as you can see It's a… lunchbox monitor lizard! He's here to inspect if all the food is safe .Chaos erupted. Kids were screaming, teachers were swarming, and the principal, a woman with a mustache that could rival a walrus, stormed of the scene. Parents were called, whispers flew like startled pigeons, and I spent the rest of the day explaining, "It's not a snake! It's a friendly lizard! for safety "
The End
© Shi
I shoved the lizard under my sandwich and zipped the bag shut. in class, I was bursting with excitement. My lunchbox was like a secret fort, housing a living, breathing (okay, maybe not breathing, but definitely blinking) treasure. I couldn't wait to share my discovery .
Lunchtime rolls around, and I'm bursting with excitement. "Guess what I got?" I whisper to my best friend, pulling out the lizard with a flourish. Her jaw dropped wider than a frog catching flies. "Is that... a snake?" she squeaks, eyes wide as saucers. "A snake? No way!" I declare, "He's a lizard! Way cooler than any old snake."
Now, She was cool with most things, but reptiles weren't exactly her jam. Still, she couldn't resist his charm, and soon we were both giggling like hyenas .
But word travels fast in the third-grade jungle, and soon, a gaggle of curious classmates had gathered around, whispering and giggling. Some were impressed, some were squeamish, and some, well, they were just jealous. These three little girls," decided to tattle to the principal, claiming I was selling "poisonous snakes" in the lunchroom. Can you imagine? Poisonous snakes? This little girl couldn't even hurt a fly!
Teachers were fainting , pigeons scattered, and for a fleeting moment, I swear the Earth tilted on its axis. just kidding
My principle takes one look at my lunchbox, and her face turns paler than a ghost. "What in the world… you have lizard between your breads "
Where on earth did it come from?"
Now, I wasn't born yesterday. I knew this was a "lizard or detention" situation. So, I took a deep breath and declared, "Miss , that's not a snake! as you can see It's a… lunchbox monitor lizard! He's here to inspect if all the food is safe .Chaos erupted. Kids were screaming, teachers were swarming, and the principal, a woman with a mustache that could rival a walrus, stormed of the scene. Parents were called, whispers flew like startled pigeons, and I spent the rest of the day explaining, "It's not a snake! It's a friendly lizard! for safety "
The End
© Shi
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