A chameleon’s life isn’t as easy as it seems to. We must always be in alert not to meet something we don’t want to camouflage with. I’m not saying that camouflage is a bad thing, but, in fact, it isn’t useful until you completely control it.
As a young chameleon, I’m learning day after day how to use it, but I must confess that I’ve found full of weak points.
Last week, I went for a walk on the poppy fields near my house. It had been a long since I last went there –you know, I haven’t got much free time to spend just doing nothing-, but when I was a child I used to go there very often.
This time all was different. I first got surprised: there were much more poppies than some years ago, and they were much more red than the ones I remembered. I thought it should be because of the chemical agents the farmers add to the land. But my body started to notice this change, too. I got nervous, I couldn’t resist to start running and jumping all around the field; and suddenly I remained blocked. I tried to move my leg, and I couldn’t. Neither my tongue no my eyes. After a while, an old friend of mine passed by there and took me back home.
Once there, I got better and immediately started looking for information about what happened to me. What had caused me that estrange reaction? Was it the fresh air? The nature? The remaining of my childhood? I asked for an answer to my grandparents, to the doctor and to my teacher. And at least, I got the explanation:
“Many chameleons can’t metabolize colour red. Whenever they are near something red, they get stressed because they can’t camouflage them selves. They can die if they are in this position during more than two weeks.”
…I hope none of my enemies will read this…
leglion
As a young chameleon, I’m learning day after day how to use it, but I must confess that I’ve found full of weak points.
Last week, I went for a walk on the poppy fields near my house. It had been a long since I last went there –you know, I haven’t got much free time to spend just doing nothing-, but when I was a child I used to go there very often.
This time all was different. I first got surprised: there were much more poppies than some years ago, and they were much more red than the ones I remembered. I thought it should be because of the chemical agents the farmers add to the land. But my body started to notice this change, too. I got nervous, I couldn’t resist to start running and jumping all around the field; and suddenly I remained blocked. I tried to move my leg, and I couldn’t. Neither my tongue no my eyes. After a while, an old friend of mine passed by there and took me back home.
Once there, I got better and immediately started looking for information about what happened to me. What had caused me that estrange reaction? Was it the fresh air? The nature? The remaining of my childhood? I asked for an answer to my grandparents, to the doctor and to my teacher. And at least, I got the explanation:
“Many chameleons can’t metabolize colour red. Whenever they are near something red, they get stressed because they can’t camouflage them selves. They can die if they are in this position during more than two weeks.”
…I hope none of my enemies will read this…
leglion
