Why The Life Of A Dinosaur Is Hard

CHAPTER 1 The Amazing (but not too amazing) Anatosaurus Yep. That's me. I'm an Anatosaurus. Strangely, Anatosaurus means "duck lizard". I know. It's strange. But I have a mouth shaped like a duck's. Now do you get it? Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nat. And the little, rodent guy over there is named Alphadon. Shall we go on? Great! Anatosaurs are like any old dinosaur. I eat plants. I can run. My parents can run, too, but to do that it requires them to run on all fours. Do you know why? They're heavy, that's why. Say, have you been bullied before? If you have, answer THIS question: Has your bully killed and eaten everyone he meets? That's what the ones in my neighborhood do. Those bullies are the pair of dinosaurs called Dromaeosaurus (which means "running lizard"). You can tell they are close by because you can always hear them hissing and snarling. They're constantly trying to talk me into letting them eat me. Since I'm a young dinosaur, it'll be easy for them to catch me. Luckily, they never had. I thought the Dromaeosaurs were the worst dinosaurs ever... until my encounter.