…. until something happened. I do not know what happened first, the woman who started screaming because I was moving like a crazy lizard in the sink under the towel she took out, or me who started running around when the towel disappeared and then she screamed. Fortunately, within seconds she could see that I was a friendly lizard. After I was tired of all the new attempts to climb out of the sink I stopped…..she photographed me for a few minutes and finally helped me out of the sink. I think she’s ok, the sink’s not!
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.