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“What are you doing there on the sign?” Laurie asked.
“Another silly question! What does it look like I'm doing? I am blending into the back-
ground,” Xor said. At that moment he turned pink and violet. “Did you say something?”
She shook her head.
“Where was I? Oh, yes. Blending in is an honorable and ancient art. It takes years of prac-
tice. You must have a pretty sharp eye to spot me.” Xor marched around the sign as he
talked, turning white with large orange polka dots.
Laurie bit her tongue, trying not to laugh.
“No, you don't see a lizard like me every day!” He turned peach and cornflower blue. “But
sometimes—personally speaking between you and me, of course—sometimes . . .” He
looked sad again and fell silent.
“Sometimes what?”
“Sometimes, I worry I'm not doing it right.”
“Not if you want to
hide
!” Laurie said, unable to contain herself. “Your colors keep chan-
ging.”
“I was pretty sure I'd figured it out this time,” Xor said, turning his head around to get a bet-
ter look at himself.
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