David Belisle

The Velvetlounge Lizard Peternavarro slammed his fist on the flat rock table. His long, forked tongue flicked out and reeled back in as he glared at the Jaketapper.
“There’s a special place in hell for any foreign leader that engages in bad faith diplomacy with the Tyrumposaurus …

You could cut the tension in the Oval Dwelling with a sharp-edged dinosaur bone. Glum faces all around. There was the Paulryan, a seasoned but largely silent Grandoldparty dino. Beside him sat the Scottpruitt, an Enviromenace whose unethical shenanigans …

The Tyrumposaurus had a penchant for cheating on his Milkanhoney Preservation-sponsored fitness diet. The calorie-counting crime typically began with a few extra servings of Caviaraptor legs topped with two bushfuls of huckleberries …

“It was terrible!”
The Kushneratop’s skinny body shook, his shoulders hitching in gut-wrenching sobs. Puddles from his streaming dinosaur tears soaked into the dry ground beneath his carefully chewed claws, …