The scorching sun shone on our reptile duo as they charted through the Mojave Desert, trusting that Roadkill wasn't some crazy old armadillo affected by the heat, who had sent them to their death. Blanca could feel the underside of her scales scorching from the sand she was slithering on. She could feel the top of her scales burning up. This heat wasn't good for them. She desperately needed water, or else she might just burst into flames. The melody of mariachi music could be heard as the burrowing owls from the beginning of the story began a new tune. Blanca glanced at them as she and the chameleon walked/slithered past them. They were perched on a cow skull. As soon as they got a good foot away from them, the tune went from slow to an upbeat tune about them dying. The chameleon stopped and looked back at them slightly annoyed, causing them to stop the music and look away. Both reptiles resumed their journey as the music started up again.
Señor Flan: *Narrating* Here in the Mojave Desert, animals have had millions of years to adapt to the harsh environment. But those two, they're going to die. Well, the lizard, definitely. But the snake, well, it's a different kind of death.
The reptile duo ignored the owls and continued on their way. The heat was getting to the chameleon as he began muttering.
Chameleon: *Under his breath* Four score and seven years ago, our fathers...
???: Don't move.
Both reptiles: What?
The two reptiles stop in their tracks as they look around for the source of the voice, but they see nobody in sight. The only thing around them was a desert bush with foliage that looked like a creepy face.
Blanca: Hello? Who's there?
The chameleon took a few more steps.
???: Don't Move!
The chameleon froze.
Chameleon: I'm not moving!
He was shushed before whispering the same thing.
Chameleon: *Whispering* Not moving.
???: Try to blend in
Both reptiles looked at each other in confusion.
Blanca: Blend in?
Chameleon: What do you mean?
The duo walked/slithered towards a huge rock lying on the ground. They were both taken aback when an eye appeared on the rock, revealing it to be a desert rain frog camouflaged as a rock.
Frog: Blend in.
Chameleon: What are you saying?"
Before he could respond, a shadow of a bird passed over them. The chameleon looked up as Blanca gasped in fear. Flying above them was red-tailed hawk, looking for its next meal.
Frog: Too late.
The chameleon began to throw dirt on himself while Blanca quickly made her way over to the bush from earlier, trying to hide in its leaves.
Chameleon: No! No! It's not too late! I'm blending! I'm a blender!
The chameleon panics and starts running around in circles around the frog. Blanca looked on in fear for her friend. She wanted to help, but she was so scared to move from her hiding spot.
Frog: Hey, calm down! What are you doing?
The chameleon was still running around, trying to find a hiding spot until he ran into a cactus. Blanca can only watch in horror as her roommate yells out in pain, cactus needles sticking out of him.
Frog: Stop moving!
The chameleon stops running and stands very still.
Frog: Try not to look conspicuous.
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The White Maiden of the Mojave Desert: Rango(2011)
Fanfiction(This was inspired by a fanfic on Ao3) Blanca, a pure white ball python, has always put others before herself, always neglecting her own needs. Her roommate, a thespian chameleon, is a prime example. When they find themselves lost in the Mojave Dese...
