Fluttersaurus Rex
Admiral Biscuit
She is the loneliest creature in the primordial world. All who see her flee in terror.
Fluttersaurus crashes through the tall ferns, in pursuit of her elusive prey. A little white rabbit is bounding away from her, as fast as his little bunny legs can carry him. He zigs and zags and hops and bops, while behind him the fearsome Fluttersaur blunders forward, saliva dripping from a mouth full of flesh-tearing teeth.
Ahead is a cliff. The rabbit can run no further. He glances from side to side, but there is no escape, short of jumping to his death.
He has a brief fantasy of kicking the horrible dinosaur off the cliff, but of course it would not feel his fury—could not! So he waits for the end as the grasping claws reach for his tender flesh . . .
And stop ten feet away. Fluttersaurus' arms are too short to reach him.
He hops to freedom between her legs, giving her one good kick in passing.
Fluttersaurus watches him flee and hangs her head. Tears drip to the ground. All I wanted was to hug him. Why doesn't anysaur want a hug?