In spite of droopy eyelids and a great sense of fatigue,
the anesthetized chameleon hung on to his narrow wooden stick
as Marleen ever so gently pulled off each pad by pad one by one, carefully recording
in her notebook the pull-off forces.
the chameleon was so lovely, green dappled in blues and pinks,
she could not help but sing to him as she worked laboriously
to record his wonderous sticky toes, each setae reaching deep
into microscopic crevices, such a high Hamaker constant!
finished with her work, she offered a tasty treat for when
he could come to, and waited patiently to make sure her lovely
charge fully recovered before she, too, could nod off into sleepy
delight after a long day at work.
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