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It's really the saddest thing that Karen's ever seen. The little lizard's got little feet and a bright green stripe all the way down his back. He's pretty, but he's also very dead. He's so dead that he's got a little blue tongue lolling out of his mouth. Garm looks very guilty, sitting there with his bandanna around his neck. ShorHor's fallen asleep in the shade. Karen can hear him snoring. Karen stares at him for a log time but he doesn't wake up. That little horse doesn't are about anybody but himself. Some days, Karen doesn't think that he likes her very much.
"It's okay, Garm," says Karen, slinging her arm around the dog's shoulders. "You probably thought that he was a ball or something. You didn't mean to kill him, did you?"
Garm sighs and leans his head on Karen's shoulder.
Karen looks over her shoulder towards the clinic and then she squats down. First, she pokes the lizard with a stick, just to make sure that it's really dead. Then she has to bodily shove Garm with both hands because it looks like he's going to try to eat it again. And then she picks it up and holds it in her two cupped hands. It sort of curls up. It's really very pretty, even if it's dead. She stands there like that, studying it for a long moment. Garm watches her with big, sad eyes.
"You know what we'll do, Garm?" she tells him. "We'll have a funeral. We'll find somewhere nice to bury him."
Little girl and big dog set off along the boardwalk with a dead lizard, leaving a miniature horse snoozing in the shade.
"It's okay, Garm," says Karen, slinging her arm around the dog's shoulders. "You probably thought that he was a ball or something. You didn't mean to kill him, did you?"
Garm sighs and leans his head on Karen's shoulder.
Karen looks over her shoulder towards the clinic and then she squats down. First, she pokes the lizard with a stick, just to make sure that it's really dead. Then she has to bodily shove Garm with both hands because it looks like he's going to try to eat it again. And then she picks it up and holds it in her two cupped hands. It sort of curls up. It's really very pretty, even if it's dead. She stands there like that, studying it for a long moment. Garm watches her with big, sad eyes.
"You know what we'll do, Garm?" she tells him. "We'll have a funeral. We'll find somewhere nice to bury him."
Little girl and big dog set off along the boardwalk with a dead lizard, leaving a miniature horse snoozing in the shade.