Three microscopic, translucent little lizards, no bigger than a child’s pinky finger, cheerfully and fussily ran out onto the hot boulder. Their scales were blue-green, clean, not yet knowing either roadside dust or torn-off tails. They scampered briskly around the large tailless lizard, stepped on its head, tumbled comically off the quartz ledges, and immediately clambered back up, getting tangled and stuck in their own long, perfect, flawless little tails
