A tiny yellow lizard

Im my dream I am six years old and someone has given me a tiny yellow lizard to look after. He is so small that he lives under my fingernail. It feels good to be responsible for a such a friendly little creature, and I go about my six year old business, happy and confident that everything is as it should be.

Then one day, after some time has passed, I am in the midst of frolicking in a mud puddle with some other kids when I suddenly realize that the lizard has disappeared! I frantically look around on the ground and find him, cold and half-drowned, at the edge of the mud puddle. At that moment, I feel myself fill up with an awful grief. I pick up the tiny lizard in my fingers, lay him on my palm and try to warm him, to comfort him, but he's so very tiny that my efforts only hurt him more. Finally, the lizard leaves me and drags himself to a hole in the corner of a kitchen cabinet, and that's the last I see of him for years.

Years pass; I get somewhat taller and turn into a sullen teenager. The horrible grief has not left me even for a moment, but I hide my sadness from everyone. Still, it seems I have a friend or a sister who knows my secrets, because one day she tells me she has a surprise. She takes me to the kitchen of my house and introduces me to a young man in a blue uniform, and even before I see him I know he is the very same tiny lizard all grown up. I walk into his arms, and can't keep from crying.