It was late at night in the Milkanhoney Preservation and many dinos were having trouble falling asleep. None more so than the Dino Nation’s chief Sawbonesaurus, the Jeromeadams. He lay awake in his nest lined with moolah-moolah leaves, …
Day 1145 — “You Got It” … and Day 1149 — “Hard to Say I’m Sorry”
Another year. Another near-apocalypse.
OMG. It’s … The Trumpassic Period — Year Three.
The Coronavirus had come to Dino Nation. Big time. Schools were closing, long-haul dino migration was frowned upon and major events were being canceled, like March Madness — the tournament where dinos took a round rock to the hole. Any hole. …
There was a tail tapping at the doorway to the Oval Dwelling. The newly installed dino Chief of Staff, the Markmeadows answered it.
“Hi, Mark. I’ve got to see the T-Rump. Just for a minute, that should do it. I mean, can I see him?”
Day 1138 — “South Carolina” … and Day 1142 — “Super Tuesday”