WELCOME TO THE PRISONERS PAGE.YES, AT LAST A PAGE WHERE WE INVITE PRISONERS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD TO TELL US THIER TALES OF PRISON LIFE. SOME TALES ARE GOOD, SOME ARE STRANGE, AND SOME ARE SHOCKING. NO NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED. ON THIS PAGE WE APPLAUD TRUTH AND SINCERITY. IF YOU HAVE A TALE YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE HERE, PLEASE USE THE EMAIL LINK. IF WE LIKE IT WE WILL PRINT IT HERE.
OUR FIRST LETTER IS FROM PABLO DON ESTROBAR FROM A PRISON IN PERU..
'DEAR READERS, I AM PABLO DON ESTROBAR WRITING TO YOU FROM MY CELL IN THE STATE PRISON OF IN PERU. I HAVE BEEN INCARCERATED HERE FOR VERY SERIOUS CRIMES WHICH I REGRET DEEPLY. YOU SEE, PERU IS A MAINLY CATHOLIC COUNTRY AND AS A PRACTISING CATHOLIC MYSELF IT MAKES MY ACTIONS NOT JUST CRIMES AGAINST MEN BUT ALSO AGAINST GOD . IT ALL WENT WRONG FOR ME ON JUNE 13TH 2015. IT WAS MY 20TH BIRTHDAY. I KNOW THEY SAY 13 IS UNLUCKY BUT FOR ME UNTILL THAT DAY IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN LUCKY. I CAME FROM A WELL TO DO BACKGROUND. AS A FAMILY WE WERE MUCH LUCKIER THAN OTHERS. MY FATHER WAS A LAWER AND MY MOTHER RAN A SCHOOL. I WENT TO COLLEGE WHERE I WAS DOING A DEGREE IN MICRO BIOLOGY AND EMBRIOLOGY. I LOVED THE SUBJECT. IT WAS MY GREATEST DREAM TO ONE DAY GRAFT A DUCKS BEAK ONTO A CAT WITHOUT PROBLEMS OF REJECTION. SOME OF MY RESEARCH AND EXPERIMENTS HAD PROVED SLIGHTLY SUCSESSFUL OCCASIONALY, BUT MY TUTOR, MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA CALLED ME INTO HER OFFICE.... SHE SHOWED ME A PICTURE I HAD MADE ON PHOTOSHOP OF A CAT WITH A DUCKS BEAK... 'ARE YOU MAD PABLO' SHE YELLED AT ME...'LOOK AT THIS..WE FOUND THIS ON YOUR COLLEGE COMPUTOR.' 'WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU ON..?' 'GRAFTING A DUCKS BEAK ONTO A CAT..?' 'ARE YOU INVOLVED IN DRUGS..? I CAN UNDERSTAND HER ASKING ME THIS AS HERE IN PERU..NEARLY EVERYONE TAKES COKE IN ONE FORM OR ANOTHER. SOME JUST CHEW THE LEAF.. OTHERS PUT IT IN COFFEE, AND OF COURSE TOO MANY SNORT THE STUFF. IT'S A SURE WAY TO GET INVOLVED IN CRIMINALITY AND GANGS. THANK GOD I ALWAYS HEEDED MY FATHERS ADVICE.. HE TAUGHT ME FROM AN EARLY AGE THE EVILS OF THE MARCHING POWDERS... I ASNWERED MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA IMMEDEIATLY . 'GOOD GOD NO I SAID. MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL. ' THEN SHE ASKED..HOW ON EARTH DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS HIDEOUS PICTURE...A CAT, WITH THE BEAK OF A DUCK..?' I KNOW YOU MAY FIND IT A CRAZY IDEA I SAID BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SOUTH AFRICAN HEART TRANSPLANT CHAP..YOU KNOW..DR ..ERM..?' BARNARD ..SHE ASKED..? YES I SAID ..THEY SAID HE WAS MAD TO TRY TO TRANSPLANT A HUMAN HEART..BUT HE DID IT. OK HE FAILED A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT WITH PERSISTENCE AND MONEY HE EVENTUALY MANAGED TO KEEP SOMEONE ALIVE FOR NEARLY TWELVE MONTHS. OK THEY WERE BED RIDDEN, ON OXYGEN AND FED THROUGH TUBES BUT DONT YOU SEE , THEY WERE ALIVE..' !!! MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA I SAID.. CAN I CALL YOU SANDRA, TO SAVE INK..? 'YOU CAN CALL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU LIKE BUT THESE EXPERIMENTS OF YOURS HAVE TO STOP. AT LEAST HERE ON THE COLLEGE PREMMISES. WHAT YOU DO ELSEHWRE, SOMEWHERE, IN A GARAGE MAYBE OR A SHED OR LOCK UP, THATS YOUR OWN BUSINESS BUT.. I DON'T KNOW..YOU MAY HAVE SUCCESS..' 'LISTEN SHE SAID, I'M ONLY TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. I CAN SEE THE VALUE LONG TERM OF YOUR HARD WORK , THE IDEA THAT ONE DAY HUMAN KIND CAN MATE FREELY WITH GIBBONS AND OUR FEATHERD FRIENDS..FISH AND OCTOPUSSY ..IS SUCH A WONDERFULL THOUGHT, ALL SPECIES MIXING AND BREEDING AND COMMUNICATING IS A NOBLE AMBITION , BUT ..I DON'T KNOW ANYONE IN THE SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY WHO WOULD ENDORSE YOUR MAD CAP IDEAS. ' NOW GET OUT...!!! I CLENCHED MY HAND MADE WOOLEN BALACLAVA INTO MY HANDS AND JUST WANTED TO CRY. IT SEEMED MY COLLEGE DREAMS MAY BE OVER.. I WENT TO A BAR TO DROWN MY SORROWS THEN I REALISED SOMETHING..I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL.. SO I JUST WENT HOME... MUM AND DAD WERE WATCHING TV. IT WAS OUR VERSION OF 'HOMES UNDER THE HAMMER'. BUT HERE ITS NOT ABOUT BUYING A HOME ITS ABOUT HAVING ONE KNOCKED DOWN... I MUST HAVE LOOKED FORLORN AND SAD BECAUSE DAD SAID TO ME ' SON, YOUR LOOKING A BIT SAD AND FORLORN'... THEN MY MUM SAID , MY POOR BOY, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE LOST A GOAT AND FOUND A CHICKEN..?' I TOLD THEM THE SAD TRUTH OF THE MEETING WITH SANDRA..OR MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA TO GIVE HER THE FULL TITLE . THAT I COULD NO LONGER USE THE COLLEGE LABS FOR MY WORK.. DAD SAID....SON..LISTEN.. WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING OUT AT COLLEGE LEARNING TO BECOME A LAYWER, I HAD TO TAKE WORK TO PAY FOR MY FEES AT COLLEGE. I HAD SO MANY JOBS..CAR WASH, WAITER, CLEANER.. FEATHER STRAIGHTENER, SEWAGE OPPERATIVE, TAXI DRIVER, CAKE INSPECTOR, ...' THEN MY MUM SAID..' DONT FORGET TOOTH PIC MANUFACTURING..' HE CONTINUED..YES...AND MOUTH WASH ASSISTANT, REFUSE COLLECTION, CHICKEN COUNTER..' SO YOU SEE SON..EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE WITH HARD WORK..YOUR POOR MUM TOO HAD TO HOLD DOWN SO MANY JOBS JUST TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE.' YES I DID SHE SAID ..SO MANY JOBS.. MY DAD SAID ..'EXOTIC DANCER AT THE ' LA LA PALACE OF PLEASURE', MASSAGE INSTRUCTOR , MASSAGE PARLOUR ASSISTANT, MARITAL AIDS SHOP ASSISTANT, SALES LADY AT 'FOO FOO'S SEXY BONDAGE STORE' .. SUDDENLY MUM INTERUPTED HIM.. SAYING.. I THINK PABLO HAS HEARD ENOUGH DEAR...!!! DAD LEANED TOWARDS ME..HIS EYES FILLLED WITH TEARS, HIS GLASS WITH TEQUIALA AND HE SAID... 'LISTEN MY SON, YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE LOVE YOU ..WE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU IN THIS LIFE..ANYTHING....EVEN HELPING YOU BUILD YOUR OWN SEWAGE WORKS IF THATS WHAT YOU WANTED.. BUT MY SON.. WE HAVE THE FUNDS, WE HAVE THE LAND..WE SHALL BUILD YOU YOUR VERY OWN LABORATORY OUT THERE IN THE GARDEN.. YOU SHALL ACHIEVE YOUR AMBITIONS WITHOUT WORKING IN THE SEWERS..... I WANTED TO CRY...OH DAD.. I SAID..HOW CAN I THANK YOU ..? NEXT MORNING I COULDNT BELIEVE IT ..DAD HAD A TEAM OF WORKMEN OUT IN THE GARDEN... DIGGERS, BRICKLAYERS, JOINERS..ROOFERS..TILERS..GUTTER PEOPLE WHO SPECIALISED IN GUTTERS.. I SHOUTED DOWN TO DAD..' ARE THOSE THE ACTUAL GUTTER PROFFESIONALS OF PERU..? 'I CANT BELIEVE IT DAD..YOUR ALREADY GETTING THE LAB CONSTRUCTED...?' HE STARTED LAUGHING ..'OH SON HE SAID...YOUR GOING TO LOVE IT. WHAT COLOUR DO YOU WANT THE TOILET TILES..?' I SHOUTED BACK TO HIM..'OH DAD.. CAN I HAVE TAUPE..? 'YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT MY BOY...WHEN YOU GET BACK FROM COLLEGE TODAY YOUR NEW LAB WILL BE ALMOST COMPLETE ..' I USUALLY CYCLE TO COLLEGE BUT THAT MORNING A FRIEND OF MINE WAS TESTING OUT A NEW CAMEL. HIS DAD OWNED A SECOND HAND CAMEL LOT CALLED 'CAMALOT'. .AND HE ALSO HAD CIRCUS DEALINGS...HIS MUM WAS IN A WHEELCHAIR AFTER HER HIGH WIRE ACT WENT DRASTICALLY WRONG.. 'COME ON PEDRO .HE SHOUTED ...JUMP ON.' IT WAS SO EXCITED... MY DAD HAD ALWAYS SAID ONE DAY I WILL RIDE ON A CAMEL BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PIPE DREAM. YOU KNOW, LIKE WHEN YOU DREAM OF OWNING YOUR OWN PIPES. ? SO MANY GREAT THINGS WERE HAPPENING IN MY LIFE. I'D NEVER BEEN HAPPIER. EXCEPT FOR THE TIME DAD TOOK US TO THE MUSEUM OF MEDICAL CURIOSITIES TO SEE BODY PARTS IN THEMALDAHYDE BUT I WAS ONLY THREE YEARS OLD AND IT SEEMED SO LONG AGO.. MY FRIEND PARKED UP THE CAMEL IN THE MOTOR BIKE SECTION OF THE COLLEGE CAR PARK. HE GAVE IT A HUGE NOSE BAG OF STRAW THEN HE GAVE IT A BIG KISS. THEN OFF WE WENT TO CLASS. MY FIRST THAT MORNING WAS WITH PROFFESSOR FLEEDERMOUSE. HIS FAMILY HAD FLED PERSECUTION BY THE EAST GERMAN ELECTRICITY BOARD. I LOVED HIS STRONG GERMAN ACCENT AND HIS LOVE OF BAVARIAN SAUSAGE. ONE TIME HE ASKED US ALL TO WEAR LEEDERHOSEN . BUT DUE TO HIS ACCENT THE CLASS THOUGHT HE SAID LADYHOSEN....SO WE ALL TURNED UP IN FIFTEEN DENNIER TIGHTS.. IT WAS HILARIOUS BUT HE WASN'T AMUSED AND GAVE US ALL DETENTION AND RESTRICTED OUR ABUSE OF THE KITCHEN GIRLS. BUT ON THIS PARTICULAR MORNING HE WAS ON GOOD FORM.. 'GOOTEN MORGAN CLASS' HE SAID..AND WE ALL REPLIED...'GOOTEN MORGAN HIER FLEEDERMOUSE.' OK HE SAID..YOU REMEMBER LAST TIME WE WORKED OUT HOW TO SYNTHISIZE THE PROTEENS FROM ZER RATS BRAIN AND MIX THEM WITH BAKING POWDER AND CABBAGE WATER AND WHAT WAS THE RESULT..?' YOU BOY..!!! HE POINTED AT THE BOY WITH GINGER HAIR...'COME ON ,COME ON' ? THE BOY SAID SOMETHING ..SOFTLY, ALMOST A WISPER.. 'SPEAK UP CHILD. GOD IN HIMMEL..ICH HABE KINE BEKOMEN VON DER..?' WE NEVER QUITE UNDERSTAND WHY HE ALWAYS PICKED ON AND SHOUTED AT THE GINGER HAIRED BOY. HE SEEMED TO PREFER THE BLONDE ONES MOSTLY. I PUT MY HAND UP...THE PROFF SMILED....AHHH..ZO VEE HABEN SOMEVON WHO KNOWS...? GO AHEAD HE SAID ..TELL US ALL WHAT YOU LEARNT'. 'VELL I SAID..HE INTERUPTED ME..'DONT TAKE THE PISS KID'... SORRY I SAID ,,I WAS JUST GETTING INTO THE GERMAN WAYS.. 'CARRY ON HE SAID..VOT DID VEE LEARN..?' I SAID THAT WE USED TOO MUCH BAKING POWDER AND THE CABBAGE WATER WAS OF LITTLE OR NO EFFECT..' 'EXCELENT HE SAID, AND ON THE BLACKBOARD HE WROTE IN LARGE LETTERS.. 'LITTLE OR ......NO....... EFFECT'..... 'DAS IST SERR GOOD' HE SAID,' AS HE STRUCK THE SIDES OF HIS LONG LEATHER BOOTS WITH A RIDING CROP. 'NOW...GO TO PAGE NUMBER FUMFTZANE...FIFTEEN IN YOUR TEXT BOOKS.' I VONT YOU TO STUDY THIS FOR THE NEXT HOUR. MAKE NOTES IN YOUR BOOKS AND ZEN TOMORROW I VILL ASK ZE QVESTIONS.' MY NEXT LECTURE WAS CALLED.. 'THE COMPLICATIONS OF REJECTION AFTER TRANSPLANT AND GRAFTING BETWEEN DIFFERENT SPECIES' WITH DR RAYMOND..A BRITISH DOCTOR.. DR RAYMOND VAN-DENDENDEN. HIS FAMILY CAME HERE FROM HOLLAND TO FLEE PERSECUTION BY THE DUTCH CHEESE INDUSTRY. I COULDN'T WAIT..THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT..AND MY FAVOURITE TUTOR. I HAD TOLD HIM OF MY EXPERIMENTS SO FAR AND HE HAD NOTHING BUT ENCOURAGEMENT AND ENTHUSIASM. NEVER ONCE DID HE SAY I WAS DREAMING OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. TO SAY I WAS EXCITED..WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. DR VAN-DANDANDAN HAD GREAT THEORIES AND MADE EVERY CLASS HE GAVE ALMOST AN ENTERTAINMENT. HE DIDN'T JUST LECTURE TO US LIKE SO MANY OTHER TEACHERS AT THE COLLEGE..NO, HE MOVED A LOT AS HE SPOKE, ALMOST DANCING..AND HIS ARMS WOULD FLAY AROUND WITH THE EXCITEMENT OF THE LECTURE. IF THERE WAS MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND IT WOULD BE LIKE A BALLET.. OR AT LEAST IMPROVISED CONEMPORARY JAZZ DANCE. AND HIS VOICE..FULL OF THE SAME EMOTION. HIS WORDS CAME FROM HIS SOUL..NOT JUST HIS KNOWLEDGE. HE ALMOST SANG THE LECTURE. IN HIS LAST LECTURE HE DESCRIBED HIS IDEA OF GRAFTING CHICKENS FEET ONTO A GOAT. HE LITERALY ACTED LIKE A GOAT AND A CHICKEN.. HE SAID ONE DAY WE WOULD ALL BE EATING GOAT EGGS..ONCE WE HAD MASTERED THE PROBLEM OF REJECTION. BUT SADLY, ON THIS PARTICULAR MORNING, DESPITE HIS POPULARITY, I WAS THE ONLY ONE PRESENT FOR HIS LECTURE..HE SEEMED SAD AND FORLORN. 'ARE YOU OK DR ?' I ASKED..'YOU SEEM SAD AND FORLORN' 'NOT REALLY PABLO HE SAID.. THE COLLEGE HAVE RESTRICTED MY USE OF THE LABS FOR ANY OF MY EXPERIMENTS AND I'M NOT ALLOWED TO ABUSE ANY OF THE KITCHEN STAFF.' HE HANDED ME A LETTER. 'HERE' HE SAID 'READ THIS.' I KNEW IMEDIETLY WHO HAD WRITTEN THIS LETTER. IT READ..'DR VAN-DANDANDAN..I AM WRITING TO TELL YOU THAT AFTER A MEETING WITH THE BOARD OF GOVERNERS OF THE COLLEGE, WE HAVE DECIDED THAT YOU WILL NO LONGER BE ALLOWED TO USE THE COLLEGE LABORATORIES FOR YOUR WORK AND EXPERIMENTS. ALSO, YOU SHALL NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ABUSE THE KITCHEN STAFF. WE HAVE YOUR CASE UNDER REVIEW AND WILL LET YOU KNOW IN THE NEAR FUTURE IF WE INTEND TO TAKE FURTHER ACTION, SUCH AS DISSMISAL FROM YOUR POST. SIGNED.. MRS VALANQUEZ DESTORONIA SANCHO PANZA. 'THAT BITCH' I SAID. SHE DID THE SAME TO ME. SHE SAID I WAS DEPRAVED AND , WELL YOU KNOW THAT PHOTO I SHOWED YOU OF THE CAT WITH A DUCKS BEAK.? ' 'OH GOD PABLO, I MAY LOSE MY JOB. THIS IS SERIOUS.' HE LOOKED OUT OF THE WINDOW. HE SEEMED LOST, SAD AND FORLORN. 'ALL THOSE YEARS OF STUDY, ALL THAT HARD WORK,LOSING MY WIFE TO A POSTAL WORKER,MOVING HERE FROM HOLLAND DURING THE CHEESE TROUBLES, LEARNING THE WAYS OF A FORIEGN LAND WHILE REFRAINING FROM CERTAIN CUSTOMS AND PRACTICES YET STILL TRYING TO INEGRATE. SHOPPING LOCALLY TO SUPPORT THE COMMUNITY WHERE LIFE IS SO TOUGH AND PROSTITUTION IS ALMOST A HOBY. LENDING MY HEDGE CLIPPERS TO MRS GALLOSHA AT NUMBER 12. PABLO..THE LIST IS ENDLESS...BUT MOSTLY.. SO CLOSE TO THE RESULTS I KNEW IN MY HEART WE'RE ALL POSSIBLE. THEN HE LEAPT UP ONTO THE DESK AND DID A SORT OF PIROUETTE FOLLOWED BY A LITTLE MOON WALK THEN A BACK FLIP BACK ONTO THE FLOOR. THEN HE PICKED UP A GOLF IRON..HE WAS ANGRY NOW.. 'I KNOW WHAT I'LL DO HE SAID ..I'LL KILL THAT WOMAN.. I KNOW SHE HATES ME. I KNOW SHE HAS NO IDEA ABOUT MY RESEARCH, OR YOUR'S FOR THAT MATTER.' 'PLEASE DR I SAID, DON'T BE HASTY, LETS THINK ABOUT THIS. I AGREE THAT SHE SHOULD BE MURDERED, BUT NOT LIKE THIS WITH THAT GOLF CLUB. ' 'YOU MEAN I SHOULD USE A NUMBER 7 INSTEAD OF A PUTTER.? HE ASKED. NO, NO I SAID..FORGET THE GOLF THING..LET'S TAKE OUR TIME..LET'S THINK OF A WAY TO GET RID OF HER WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT. IF YOU SMASH HER HEAD IN WITH THAT YOU'LL BE CAUGHT IN NO TIME.. AND THE PRISON SYSTEM HERE AS YOU MUST KNOW DOESN'T GO LIGHT ON MURDERERS..' 'YOUR RIGHT PABLO HE SAYS, I WAS BEING HASTY. YES' LET'S THINK ABOUT THIS, I'M SURE WE CAN FIND A BETTER WAY TO DISPOSE OF HER.' 'THERE'S ALSO SOMETHING ELSE I NEED TO TELL YOU DR, I SAID, 'AFTER THE NEWS THAT I WAS NO LONGER ABLE TO USE THE LABS...WELL I TOLD MY FATHER, HE WAS SO UNDERSTANDING AND AS WE SPEAK RIGHT NOW HE IS BUILDING MY VERY OWN LAB IN THE BACK GARDEN OF OUR HOUSE. HE HAS THE MONEY AND THE MEANS..SO YOU SEE, ALL IS NOT LOST.' THE DR PACKED EVERYTHING FROM HIS DESK DRAWERS INTO A BOX. 'COME ON HE SAID' LETS GET AWAY FROM HERE. WE'LL GO TO MY HOUSE. HAVE COFFE AND MAKE A PLAN. 'I NEED TO LEAVE A NOTE ON MY FRINDS CAMEL',I SAID, 'HE GAVE ME A LIFT HERE THIS MORNING.HE MIGHT WAIT AROUND FOR ME. ' SO THATS WHAT I DID. I WROTE A NOTE FOR MY FRIEND AND LEFT IT ON THE CAMEL. THEN WE GOT INTO THE DR'S CAR AND OFF WE WENT. AS WE DROVE HE ASKED ME.. WHATS THE CAMEL STORY.? IT'S HILARIOUS..HE LAUGHS.. I EXPLAIN THE STORY.. HE LAUGHS SOME MORE. 'CAMALOT'.? HE LAUGHS AGAIN.. WE ARIVE AT THE DR'S HOUSE. IT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. IT'S IN A POSHER PART OF THE AREA..WHAT YOU CALL A GATED COMMUNITY..TO LOOK AT YOU WOULD THINK IT WAS MILTON KEYNES.. HE FLICKS A KEY FOB AND A GATE SLIDES OPEN..WE ENTER.. 'IMPRESSIVE' I SAY.. THE DR SAYS.. YOU'VE SEEN NOTHING YET..' AND HE WAS RIGHT... I'D NEVER SEEN ANYTHING QUITE LIKE IT. THE INTERIOR OF HIS HOUSE WAS A LIKE A JUNGLE. PLANTS EVERYWHERE. 'YOU SEE PABLO, ALL THIS. ITS NOT JUST A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN. ITS PART OF MY LABORATORY. HERE I HAVE PLANTS OF ALL KINDS AND LIVING AMONG THE LEAVES, SOME GREAT RESULTS OF MY EXPERIMENTS. MY PRIVATE EXPERIMENTS AND RESEARCH. LOOK AT THIS.' HE SHOWS ME A LIZARD AMONG THE LEAVES. 'WHAT DO YOU NOTICE PABLO' HE SAYS. I LOOK CLOSER AT THE LIZARD. ITS DIFFERENT. IT HAS THE HEAD OF A FROG. 'COME PABLO' HE SAYS, 'THIS WAY'. HE LEADS ME TO A LARGE KITCHEN. I SAY KITCHEN BUT ITS MORE THAN THAT. ITS A LABORATORY. 'LOOK AT THIS' HE SHOWS ME AN INCUBATOR. THE SORT YOU WOULD SEE A NEW BORN CHILD IN. INSIDE, WHAT LOOKS LIKE A CAT.I SAY LOOKS LIKE A CAT..BUT.. IT LOOKS HIDEOUS. YES, IT HAD THE HEAD OF A CAT..BUT ITS BODY..IT WAS THAT OF A VERY LARGE LIZARD. TUBES CAME FROM ITS MOUTH AND ABDOMEN.IT LAY ON ITS SIDE, SLEEPING. 'ITS BEAUTIFUL ISN'T IT' SAID THE DR..