Had you looked in our living room the other day, you would have seen Grandma, Amiya, Lena, Grandpa, Vinay and I perched on an assortment of chairs, watching the show you see below:
Scene 1: The sharpteeth came charging toward the peaceful herbivores, but the triceratops was able to fend off their attacks.
Scene 2: The sharpteeth (at Kev's right knee) was able to breach the line of three-horned defenses and was on the verge of attacking from inside the longneck lines. Horror! Angst! Woe!
Scene 3: The sharpteeth (in Kev's hand), mounts the attack. But wait! The longnecks have regrouped! Momma Apatasaurus is not having one last fervent cuddle with Papa Brachiosaurus - it was all just a clever ploy to lure the sharpteeth in closer. He moves in, ever closer, ever more terrifyingly until suddently, WHAP! Momma Apatasaurus smacks him with her long tail and he runs away squealing.
The End.
The End.
1 comment:
I hear Dino Dan is looking for a consultant. Perhaps Kev should send in his resume. :)
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