An old friend, half the world away...

"Mo" was a gift in 1974. He appeared as if summoned by an ancient incantation. His mischievous smile and quick wit would brightened the most Al-bone day. Then, as is often the case, he moved the tassel to the other side of the mortar board and disappeared almost as mysteriously as he had arrived. Left lingering in the air was the poetry of his name, Mohezin Tejani.

So on a lark I Googled Mo ... and just look what I found: The Chameleon's Tale.