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Mr. Lizard

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I remember when I was finally able to convince my parents to buy me a pet lizard.  I was so excited!  It lived inside a wooden cage with a wire mesh in front.  I named it Mr. Lizard.  I wasn't very good at coming up with names.

Everyday, when I came back home from school, I'd go to my room and would feed Mr. Lizard a cricket.  I thought that was the neatest part about having a lizard.  It was fun to watch as the cricket hopped around inside the cage as Mr. Lizard eyed it.  I kept thinking, "Oh man, I wonder when he'll eat the cricket!"  Then "Munch!"  It was done.  I was somewhat disgusted by it, but at the same time fascinated.

One night, I was watching a nature show on TV and the people in it were trying to rescue some animals that were captured illegally and being sold as pets.  They managed to save a few and then released them back into the wild.  Everyone was happy and patting each other on the back.  I thought it was a wonderful story and it made me smile.

Later that evening, as I lay in bed staring at Mr. Lizard, I thought how cruel it was to keep him.  I got up and went over to him and said, "How would you like to be free?"  Mr. Lizard wasn't very talkative, but I could have sworn he nodded at me.

With the cage under my arm, I snuck past my parents' bedroom and quietly made my way outside.  It was a very dark night and I was a little scared, but my desire to free Mr. Lizard helped me overcome my fear.  I set the cage down and opened it.  Without a moment's hesitation, he bolted out of the cage and ran off into the night.  I was a little disappointed because I thought, at the very least, he could have said, "Thank you."  Still, it made me feel good inside.  I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.

The next morning, I went to go play in a field that was across from my house.  As I was walking past a tree, I noticed a bunch of ants at the base of it.  There were so many of them that I couldn't see what they were eating.  So, I got a stick and poked them.  They scattered and then, to my horror, I saw Mr. Lizard.  I felt really sick.  I dropped the stick and ran home.

Once I got home, I sat on my bed and covered myself with a blanket.  I was so very sad.  

I learned something important that day:

Not all stories have happy endings.
Just another daydream I had. =)

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Clevina's avatar
I like everything about this story. Except the last sentence.

It sounds cliche and, in my opinion, is a disappointing end to an otherwise fantastic story. Since the lizard dies after being freed, why not have the narrator learn that freedom isn't always a good thing? It is more relevant and specific to the story than the general "not all stories have happy endings." And it is not as cliche.