“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.
He’d once been the leader of the largest dino population in Manhattinhand. Now here he was, the Rudygiuliani, languishing in the loneliest of lagoons, reduced to accepting the soggy moolah-moolah leaves of Dino Danger Pay. …