THE HORNED LIZARD 
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“O-o-o-oh! They’re babies!” Ginger was delighted. 
There on the ground was another of the animals, 
slightly bigger than her hand, and all around were a 
dozen or more tiny little ones no bigger than postage 
stamps. The babies were scurrying here and there. 
One would dart a few inches, then stop and cock 
his tiny head to look at the children. The large one, 
who appeared to be the mother, didn’t seem much 
afraid. The Indian boy picked up a baby and held 
it out for Ginger to take in her hands. A little fear- 
fully she accepted it. 
Suddenly the baby wiggled, twisting his tiny 
thorny head. Ginger called out sharply and dropped 
it. The Indian boy laughed and gave her another one 
to hold. 
The children watched the peculiar family for sev¬ 
eral minutes. Nearby was an ant hill. Presently the 
large animal ran over to the ant hill and stopped. 
Then the strangest thing happened—ants began to 
disappear! An ant would be crawling along near the 
creature animal, then instantly it vanished. Ginger 
had to watch very carefully in order to see that the 
animal was snapping up ants with its tongue, a mo¬ 
tion almost too quick to see and very interesting to 
watch. 
