“Look, you’re a good dino, but you’ve made many mistakes.”
The Tonyfauci coughed in surprise.
“Many mistakes? Me? You’re saying I’ve made mistakes?”
The Tyrumposaurus’ accusation had stirred something within the Tonyfauci. Perhaps it was his backbone that in two seconds had grown six feet.
The two Okla-Tulsa workers went about their mundane task, taking turns with their tails, knocking down rock-by-rock the auxiliary flat rock lectern. Disgust weighed down their grunts. This was make work. The lectern had been set up for the secondary Tyrumposaurus rally point that never happened. …