Sean King

Benjamin Chandler

Rietje Becker

maria z

English

The Bronx office was chaos. It was the last night of the month. One third of the staff was out with the new rat flu variant. There were rolling brownouts all over the borough. There was a triceratops loose on Tremont Boulevard.

Only 1 person could wrangle the rampaging saurian—Lisa McCarron, the roughest toughest paleorancher this side of the K-Pg boundary! She'd lasso that 3-horn before you could say "Othniel Charles Marsh". She came riding a galloping Gallimimus, red hair streaming from under her hat.

Lisa brought along her trusted arsenal of dino-deterrents. This includes the world’s largest lasso and an extensive collection of colorful pills. She approached the situation with care, placing the lasso’s open loop on the grass. She did her best tricerawhistle and

and hid inside a baobab waiting for the beast to appear. Having dealt with dino nuggets before, she knew how much power they hold, even though they might seem soft at first. Here he comes! Tricera, lured by her whistle,

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