On the outskirts of Las Vegas lived there a pretty small creature, it was a lizard named Lizzie, he lived a short distance from the city that never slept so he hadnt it to good where he lived, almost even there was it dark, he had a real hard time sleeping when even the sounds from vegas stiked him. He had a plan, he just had to move further away but that wasnt just so easy since there wer many big birds in the sky who would love to tke abite of him or even swallow him fully such as the biggest could do without blinking an eye.

The night had comes when he was trying to fast find another home more far away from the City of Lights which totally destroyed his life, he got out from his cave and starts running. After a whie he stops and looks back at the city, tssss a bit more was needed so he ran even further away and after some time he was pretty tired and stopped and looked again to the city and decided thatt his was enough, he starts to patrol around the area to find a good spot to call home and after a little time he finds what he was looking for, a small entrance and pretty big whencoming through it, he gather together his small bed, he had find some grass outside to, burnt by the sun but it will do he thought, he soon fall asleep and now he didnt have any issues either with noice or light from Vegas.

He found a bottle he crawled into and hwne the sun rised he was fried prety fast and died whilse sleeping.