The next morning, Wendy got up early and went out to her playhouse to make sure that what she had seen last night hadn't been a dream. There, in the house, was a big purple lizard.

Randall heard creaking and the door opened before he could vanish. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was only the girl.

"Here, I brought you some leftover chicken." Wendy said.

Randall raised himself up and he took the bag. The food did smell good. He took a breast out and began to nibble on it.

"My name is Wendy by the way." The girl said.

Randall looked over at her. He continued to play the silent treatment. He didn't want her to know he could talk yet.

"I wonder what I'm going to call you."

Randall looked around and he did see some paper and a crayon.

"Wendy! Time for school!" A distant female voice called.

"I hate school. Be right there!" Wendy called back. "My mom. Sorry, got to go. We'll figure out your name later." She said and left him alone, also leaving a bottle of water for him too.

When he was done with his breakfast, he moved over to the table and used the crayon to write his first name down. He looked out the windows a bit, but the pain got to him and laid back down again. This was so boring. He wanted to be back at work scaring again. Not out here. He soon fell asleep again.

Wendy had a better day that day, as she seemed happier than usual. It was something different, but her bullies still picked on her anyway. They asked her about what was up, but she wouldn't tell them.

When she got home, she put her school things inside and went out to the playhouse again. Randall was once again awoken when she came in.

"It was so hard not to get through today without thinking about you and what I am going to call you." She said.

Randall then slid the paper out to her.

Wendy picked it up.

"Ran…dall… Randall?"

He nodded his head once.

"You are not a normal lizard if you can spell."

Of course he wasn't a normal lizard. He was a banished monster.

"I know you can understand me. Who are you, really?"

There was no fooling this kid. "You really want to know?" He suddenly spoke.

Wendy was shocked. She stumbled backward.

Once she calmed down and sat up, she said, "Yes. Sorry about that, you just startled me with being able to talk."

"I'm a monster. Of course I can talk, Kid."

"A monster?"

"You know, we come out of the closet and scare kids like you. You should be afraid of me."

"I had one of those but they stopped coming. My parents thought I was crazy for talking about it. They never believe me anyway. They always think I make things up, like I have an overactive imagination." Wendy said.

"A lot of parents are bound to tell their kids that."

Randall figured she had outgrown her monster then. This was a letdown that he wouldn't be able to get home. He would have to move on after his leg got well.

"How's your leg?"

"Doing better. I don't normally say it, but thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome. I hope we can be friends, Randall. I don't have any at school and my family doesn't pay any attention to me. All they care about is their show."

"What show?"

"An entertainment show they do on weekends. My dad's a singer. My mom's a dancer and cheerleader, and my sister is a ventriloquist."

"A what?" Randall asked.

"What?"

"Your sister is a what?"

"Ventriloquist. She holds this big toy doll in her arms and on her lap and she makes it talk. A dummy is what it's called."

"Oh. What do you do?"

"Nothing. I just attend it. I don't want to take part in it unless I have my own act. They insist that I get a dog soon. I don't want a dog. Dogs are everywhere, but I want something more special."

Randall could see where this was going. "Don't get any ideas about me, Kid."

"I know, not now, maybe when you're better."

"Probably not ever."

"Well then, you could still be my special friend. I am helping you after all."

"Yeah, thanks." He said.

"Just lay low for a little while. My dad still has traps set out and he needs to think that you moved on. Just stay in here and you'll be safe. I need to go and do my homework before my mom gets home. After dinner, I'll get you some dinner too."

"Good."

Wendy left Randall to his own thoughts. He knew she would be disappointed when he got well and moved on. But for now, he would put on the friend act.

She brought him some meatloaf towards sunset. Her parents let her come out to the playhouse a little before bedtime as it was and it was okay she was outside, they just didn't know she had a guest in her playhouse. Tim told her to only go on the path to her playhouse to stay clear of the traps. She would.

Tim had been ticked when he found some of his traps had been sprung. He figured this creature was smarter than he thought. Something else would have to be done.

Randall was bored out of his mind just sitting here in this little playhouse. He didn't mind the food, but he wanted to be doing something. Anything.

His leg was feeling a lot better, but was still sore. He could walk on it, if with a limp. He walked the path to edge of the trees, vanishing for good measure. He looked up at the house. What he wouldn't give to go home to his own cozy apartment.

He stayed in the middle of the straight path as that was what Wendy had told him that she could come and go that way safely, so he would too. He looked in the windows and saw the house looked nice on the inside.

There was a guitar in the kitchen, cheerleader sticks against the wall in the living room. Randall cringed just to possibly be hit by them. With his leg hurt, he wasn't going to climb the walls unless he had to. His splint would give him away. He could take on almost any disguise of the wall or bushes around him if threatened, keeping the braced leg hidden.

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A few days later, after seeing no more trash being torn open, Tim wasn't so mad anymore, but to him, it didn't mean that that creature wasn't still out there. Wendy had suggested it had moved on.

Wendy began to try to get Randall to walk around more out there and he was doing fine. She began to get him out of the playhouse to walk around with her and talk. She liked having him to talk to. She asked him what he was interested in for games.

Randall did like to trick people. He was good at hide and seek and tag. There might be others that he had yet to discover. And when he had lived with the RORs, there had also been ping pong.

Wendy also introduced him to tea parties and dress ups. He wasn't too crazy for these, but he did it to please her, just to ease his own boredom.

He eventually had some faith in her to show her his secrets. His blending abilities and climbing abilities. She thought it was amazing. He could hang from his tail and hind legs and monkey around up in high places.

Even a few times, he pulled her up into the trees so they could get a larger view of the house and the land around it. To Wendy, no regular pet could ever be as impressive as Randall was.

This took place over the majority of Randall's leg healing. As his leg continued to get better, if nights became real chilly, he would make his way to the side of the house and he would find his way to Wendy's window. When he knocked and got her attention, she was happy to let him inside as long as he wouldn't make any noise.

Randall was used to knowing how to be stealthy. He always remained quiet and sometimes they would talk in whispered voices till Wendy fell asleep. He would then go to a corner where there was some blankets set up for him, plus some toys. It was supposed to be a way to trick Wendy's family.

It would be Wendy's alarm clock that woke both of them up in the mornings. They would both get up and Randall was to go back outside through the window.

Her mom would always come and make sure she was up and ready for school on weekdays. She could sleep in on weekends. Randall liked staying in the house better than the playhouse, but the alarm clock going off was the cue for Randall to get out of the house before he was seen by her parents. He was to remain a secret from them.