"Hey you!" shouted on of the guard lizards to Lizy, "Aren't you that lizard, Lizy?"

"On to plan B," thought Lizy to himself, then he continued aloud, "Who, me?"

"Yeah, you!" said the soldier, "You look just like that guy on the wanted posters that Cruel put out!"

"Oh, don't be silly," laughed Lizy, "I couldn't possibly be me... err... him... Why, he's a much handsomer fellow than I am, much smarter too, from what I've heard."

"You're right," agreed the soldier changing his tone of voice, "He did look smart... almost... I guess. Now that I look at you, I see you couldn't possibly be Lizy the Lizard."

"After all," continued Lizy with a smile, "Michael A. Johnson wouldn't write me, I mean him, into a pickle like this!"

(How many Michael A. Johnsons does he know, I wonder?)

"In that case," said the soldier happily, "We can let you go through."

"Thank you," said Lizy as he walked past and away down the road. He continued to talk to himself, "What a nice bunch of guys. If we weren't enemies, we might be friends." He paused a while and looked up into the sky.

"Hmm..." thought Lizy aloud, "It looks like it might rain. I'd best...