A FANTASTIC FLY-CATCHER. 



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now he is still again. I think he sees that large fly which has just 

 lighted on the branch. He says to himself, "It is dinner-time." 

 '(5}".B. It is always dinner-time whenever he sees a fly or any 

 other insect.) 



Xow, how do you think he is going to catch that fly? It is 

 so far oif he certainly cannot reach it from where he sits, and his 



motions are so slow that the fly might be half a mile away before 

 he had uncoiled his tail from the branch round which it is closely 

 twisted. 



Flash! What was that? Out from his mouth darted a long, 

 slender, round thing, as long as his whole body almost; it darts 

 back again, with the fly on its tip ; and Mr. Chameleon swallows 

 quietly the first course of his dinner. That long, slender thing, as 

 straight as a billiard-cue, and as sure of its aim, was the gentle- 

 man's tongue. "What a very remarkable tongue!'' you say, and 

 you say well. It is gun and fishmg-rod, knife, fork, and spoon, to 

 the chameleon. He will sit there for hours, perhaps, perfectly 



