C. T. Suddeth

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

Bleaky was our neighbor. One day, Bleaky stole a T-Rex egg the size of a watermelon and lugged to his cave. Mam T-Rex was right behind him. The only reason she didn’t stomp him into the ground was she didn’t want her egg hurt. Dumb Bleaky fixed scrambled eggs for his family. Mama T-Rex bellowed and stood guard over his cave for days. During a thunderstorm, Bleaky snuck out of the cave and ran. He’s probably still running. Another day, I’ll tell how to make friends with a T-Rex.

[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth drank entirely too much coffee]