Beth dropped her instruments, turned on her heels, and ran, all in one fluid motion. She made it ten feet before the platter and spoon hit the ground. The tyrannosaur stepped onto the mud flat and lowered its jaws toward the girl.

Beth continued to scream as she ran. Her blood-curdling cry pierced the jungle, louder than any of the ruckus they had made with the pots and pans. She screamed like someone in pain, even though she had not been hurt yet. She did not realize she was screaming. She only knew that the monster coming out of the trees looked far more dangerous than the hadrosaurs and did not care one bit about her little clang-clanging. 

“Do you know why Triceratops is my favorite?”

“No, Morgan,” William said.

“Because they’re so horny!”

“That’s nice, Morgan,” William said.

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!