I bet chameleons would regret their ability to change colors, giving the ever-benevolent men and women to exploit and to bad mouth them. (Katy took this photo of lizard in the petrified forest—agate—on our trip to Arizona and New Mexico in 2009.)
I never read Anton Chekhov’s A Chameleon, in which the protagonist is a police superintendent, who shamelessly changed his reports about a crime for personal advancement, ignoring the interest and justice of the victim. Literary figures are also unkind and insensitive to the animals.
The left photo of chameleon is my cousin, 英毅, took in Socotra (part of Yemen), an otherworldly island on Earth.

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