Salamander called the Legged Reptile Party Conference to order with a wave of a half-regrown forelimb.

“Voiccceee your grievances.”

Chameleon rolled one eye at the emphasis.

“We’re tired of humans’ derogatory use of our names ,” Gecko piped.

“True,” Komodo agreed around a mouthful.

Salamander noted the depleted ranks. “Er…”

Absorbing the Donegal hills from distance only now, Perry McDaid’s creativity subsists on nature’s palette and scents. Unfortunately this sometimes involves silage.