Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
The afternoon sun glistened on the backs of the dozen bathing dinosaurs in Liberty Lagoon. It was a community pool of sorts for dinos of all stripes, spots and other species-based features. There was laughter in the air as old and young alike splashed about carefree. …
The Alexanderacosta rued this day. He rued it as a rutabaga would rue upon learning it’s just a root. The root cause to the Alexanderacosta’s dino dilemma? The Tyrumposaurus had told him to go and clean up his mess. Pronto. …
The Solitary Sinkhole guard let out a low whistle.
The Jeffreyepstein had just checked in the day before. His new home was a hole beside the Georgenader, holed up himself beside the Michaelcohen. It was old home week and look who was coming to visit. The tyrant. The king of chaos. The Tyrumposaurus. …
Day 893–The Price is Right Peace Plan … and … Day 897–Winter’s Coming
The Georgehazel squatted atop Prudent Perch, a judicial weigh station on the side of Principled Peak, overlooking the Sane Plain. It was a small region growing smaller due to the encroaching swamp waters of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, …
“Good evening. You’re in the Sit You, Yeah, You! Room and I’m the Wolfblitzer.”
The grizzled, grey-skinned Mediacircustops, looked around the cramped cave at his loyal, captive audience. That is, a dozen tree-rubbing herbivores who’d discovered a liberal patch of bluegrass in the corner two weeks before.
