Iguanas
In London, the iguanas (giant lizards) in the zoo last week refused all nutriment. Lonely and cold, their hearts aswoon for the drowsy sweetness of the jungles of Brazil, they pined in languor, gazing with lacklustre eyes at troughs filled with such tasty morsels as corn, ants, dead flies, bread and mice. Keepers conferred. One day huge electric lights were strung along the lizard house. The iguanas awoke out of their nostalgia. They wriggled joyfully in the light of the strange and sterile suns above them; crept to the troughs, ate greedily....
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