I went hunting for mushrooms, snails… everything edible the forest bears.
Retrieving snails under dead leaves, with them secured in my hunting bag, I rose to my feet only to see my pant few meters away.
Immediately, my hands flew to my loins to cover my nudity… but I felt the fabric of my pant under my palms.
Too afraid to take my eyes off the one before me, I romanced my bosom, shocked and confused. Just then it looked at me and started to walk away.
I fled home, my hunts forgotten, only to be told it’s a chameleon.