The Lord of the marsh… Such an imposing frame! A fireless dragon of sorts… Limbs like sequoias on the waters, jaws a peaceful garden of weeds.
What a noisy beast, walking on this primal earth!
Mum Triceratops: “You wake up my baby again, and I'll disembowel you, with my own horns!”
Your dream: being a discreet beast... but HOW?
DNA: the instructions that turned you into that massive monster..."Grow...!".
Your brain… By a neck, you lost the evolution game.