When Rabattabar returned from troubled explorations, he found himself transformed in his bed into a lizard. He lay on his back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his green belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His four legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. It was not a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of sausage samples lay spread out on the table and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a cotton hat and cotton boa who sat upright, raising a heavy cotton muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Rabattabar then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
Denne ble opprettet 2017-03-07, og ikke utstyrt med noindex tag. Google indeksete den 15. mars. Den taggede søstersiden er ikke indeksert.