C. T. Suddeth

(my mother-in-law’s childhood recollections)

With T-Rex’s long legs, you couldn’t outrun them. The best you could hope for was to hide and be still—their sense of smell was weak. Idiots climbed trees, saved T-Rex the bother of bending over for a meal. They had lousy night vision, so night was safest. We always kept a fire in the mouth of our caves, to ward them off. Later, I’ll tell about the fool who stole a T-Rex egg.

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth hit the coffee too hard]