My Chameleon

One weekend when I was a kid I was given a chameleon as a pet from my neighbor for my birthday. It was small and green. I’d always had a hard time giving things names so I figured I would name it once we got more acquainted.

Almost right away something weird started happening. On Monday, I came home from school to find the chameleon considerably fatter. I thought maybe this was normal for a chameleon. The next day it was back to its original weight but the shape of its eyes had changed. On the third day it looked completely different, and had a really curly tail. On the fourth day there was no chameleon to be found.

Instead I found a note from my neighbor informing me that her son had sneaked into our house each day to play with the chameleon, and on each day had lost it outside. My neighbor had also sneaked in and replaced the chameleons.