Helen looked up and inhaled sharply. “What kind is that? It looks like an oster-ich.” She pronounced the word with an extra syllable.
The dinosaur, a Struthiomimus, stood on two long, naked legs. Its head bobbed at the end of a tube-like neck. Bright yellow eyes blinked as it studied the two women. Fuzzy blue down covered its body, except for the rust-colored feathers that hung from its arms.
Lisa shifted her weight, getting ready to run.
The dinosaur puffed up its neck and boomed, Woo Woo Wooooooooo!
(From a recent visit to the American Museum of Natural history.)
Geoff Jones is the author of the sci-fi thriller