A weird idea I had yesterday, really random work.
An Alaskan Troodon's Cretaceous Christmas, and how that stuff worked 70 million years ago.....
Not that.....anybody careessss.......
T'was the night before Christmas
When all through the woods,
Not a mammal was stirring,
Not even my lunch.....
And the pack snored deeply,
Like thunder in the skies,
All loaded on eggnog,
and sugar and houseflies.
And gazed I up into the auroras bright,
Covering the moon and restraining her light.....
All was quiet,
Not an akylosaur grazed,
But suddenly a voice, so rich.....but so....strange......
Questioningly looked I upwards and saw
Eight tiny edmontosaurs all flying.....flying......
Named, "Banger, and Crasher, and Dummy
"Slasher and Snapper, and Baby
Raced they above the trees and quickly I ran,
To the Christmas Redwood, that we had all planned
To be covered in blood and guts and entrails,
For the happy giant predator, who'd come,
So we'd bail......
And came a big gorgo with feathers all red, a mane of red feathers, all covering his neck
He had a nice little face, with jolly big teeth:
Arms so tiny, wiggled they fro and to
And a belly all jiggling with pachyrhinosaur stew
Paused the gorgo, and carried out he
A bag full of skulls of animals we'd eat
But winked he then with.....a predatory glance.......
Spit rolled through my throat, and I backed off in a flash
But "MUSH" yelled the gorgosaur, and was in the air in a trice......
Yelled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!"