-the hip-hop chameleon of Mauritius
A rambunctious chameleon named Martin once inhabited the tiny isle of Mauritius.
Martin roamed the serene countryside, taking his time, eating leaves, rolling his eyes.
He enjoyed his fam, his slow moving cousins, his aunt Pam, the other small animals roaming the serene land.
One day a curious event flipped his perception, as his kind falls easily to deception. This particular game-changer involved the two legged hairless creatures who shared their small island.
While munching on leaves, chilling near the sea, minding his own biz. A thunderous thumping boom interrupted his beloved routine.
Just as surprised seagulls erupted out of the brush, almost jerking him off of his lofty perch.
The obnoxious boom again rocked his world, pushing his eyes to the back of his dome, he was so shook up he didn’t even notice his color transform.
The infectious rumble permeated the air, even pebbles bounced in pairs, what was this rhythm he had never heard?
Martin had to scramble, as his comfy foliage was damaged, the thunder looming louder, was this his final chapter?
Making a slow crawl across a barren patch, he realized his fatal mistake that this was a well worn path, without warning a swift moving beast entered in sight.
Shrouded by blinding lights, a chameleon in fright, this strange creature barreled towards him in spite.
Martin’s life flashed before him, in the beginning was his hatch, his push out the nest, his multi-colored ex-wife, the seedlings he abandoned, darn, this was payback.
Not even paying attention, his eyes went suspended, everything faded to black, this was surely his ending.
Somehow the boom was still present, was this his descent? He wasn’t ready for the lizard never-land!
This thunderstorm was strange, it had rhythm and indistinguishable rhyme, it sounded like the natives when they gathered for a good time.
Weird cheering and laughing interrupted his mind, was the after life making fun of his piddly short life span?
Oddly he felt cool air across his scales, he flicked his long tongue, he was indeed still there.
Martin rolled his eyes around his head, he peeked one open to see what to dread.
Squinting to peek adjusting his pupil to see. As luck had it the large animal was at rest, strange two-leggers moved unusually around its metallic chest.
These beings were strange with their smooth hairless bodies, different hues of colors, wearing skimpy wet outfits, emitting strange languages.
Large pointy boards protruded from the top of the beast looking like ears, its head spelled j-e-e-p, whatever that meant.
The two-leggers pointed small devices at him, shocking him with interval flashes of light, what were they doing? He didn’t want to find out.
The boom rocked on, as these strange beings shimmied in sync, Martin wasn’t hurt so he knew it was time to split, plus he really needed something to eat.
Scurrying free of the melee, free of the ohh’s and ahh’s that the malnourished female species cooed with glee.
Free at last, he made his way back into the confines of nature, hiding until the freaky beings climbed back onto their beast of laborer.
Strange, he still felt a throbbing in his scales, had his camouflage been overwhelmed?
Martin was spent, he needed a good rest to overhaul his overworked heart still in suspense.
As he found a hole to sleep, dreaming of rhythm in his feet, funny he never fully realized his part of a new sensation on the street.
Incredulity the chameleon of Mauritius named Martin had emerged as an internet star, a new hip-hop icon the world adorned and cared.
Ironically the boom that rocked Martin’s world, was the five hundred decibel power of bass emitting from the beasts stereo.
Simply blending in with dirt, that wouldn’t have saved poor martin from being road exterminate.
On this fateful day his camouflage did something unique. The hip-hop was playful, bouncy and fierce, you close your eyes, you can see the colors of the music pierce.
That fateful day, Martin’s changing skin colors sparkled in sync with the beat of yellows, purples and reds, orange, blues and ivies, a living disco ball, special effects couldn’t even compete.
The lucky surfers caught this special show on their devices, uploaded the video and gained over a million responses, going viral was momentous.
Skeptics grumbled and questioned it credibility, but nobody ever was able to discredit its authenticity.
Many have tried to find this famous hip-hop lizard, but his changing shell usually guards his location.
Savvy searchers in the know bring along a funky tune and maybe, just maybe, they may get a glimpse of this special sensation.
And thus began the legend of the hip-hop chameleon of Mauritius.