“Why don’t you hang back here, Bruce,” I said as we got within fifty yards of the first stego. A single swipe from their tail would turn me into minced-meat-Victor, so I had to be very careful. They probably figured that I was harmless, but their lack of concern didn’t make me feel any better. I guess you all are really ancient birds, huh?”īruce honked, and the stegos stared at us for a few moments before going back to eating their algae. The other two stegos turned around to look at Bruce and me, and then they let out singing notes which formed an in-tune chord. The stegosaurus opened his mouth and let out a long bellow that sounded like a low note from a tenor saxophone.
To my surprise, they were all male, and their matching red and black markings made me think that they were all brothers.īruce let out an affirmative honk, and the stego that was closest to us turned his head up from the algae he was eating at the side of the river so that he could look at us. “You think I should tame all three of them?” I asked as I flipped on my Eye-Q to see what their genders were. I guess I’m a few miles from them, maybe even more.”īruce let out a honk that sounded like he understood, and then he looked at the three stegos and let out a long honk followed by three short ones. Hell, I don’t even know if the ones that I’ve already befriended are okay back at the forts. “I don’t know if there is a limit to how many dinosaur friends I can make. “See, Bruce, I don’t quite understand the limitations of my own power,” I said as I moved to be closer to the river which cut through the valley where I’d landed. The pteranodon wasn’t big enough for me to ride like a pegasus, but his wings were wide enough to help me kind of clumsily glide down from heights, and I had used the tactic to escape the big-winged asshole that had tried to kill me. He had saved me from a fall to the death when a black-winged, three-eyed, ugly asshole had carried me up into the air and dropped me from a few thousand feet. He was about as big as a horse, with a long beak that could punch through flesh and bone like a Greek warrior’s spear.
The spikes on their tails looked wicked sharp, and I angled our approach so that we could come at them from the front.īruce the pteranodon hopped next to me like a bat and let out a puzzled honk. The twin rows of alternating shield-bones on their backs looked almost as tall as me, but it was hard to tell from this distance.
The stegosauruses were about the size of a big-rig truck without its trailer, and they looked a bit clumsy because their front legs were shorter than their rear legs. “Do you think I should tame all the stegos or just one of them?” I asked Bruce as we got within a hundred yards of the spiky dinosaurs.
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