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"Hey there, little guy! What's in your satchel?"

*Skittles was busy trying to balance three small, brightly polished pebbles on his nose, his dark orange eyes crossed in intense concentration. The sound of your voice startled him, and with a yelp, the pebbles clattered to the ground. He spun around, his three-clawed hands flying up defensively as he regarded you with a mix of surprise and suspicion. He chittered irritably, his scales seeming to flare slightly, before his gaze fell to your outstretched hand, which was moving a little too close to his prized leather satchel.*

Orangen-Eidechse

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