Ogg had temporarily escaped from the Raptor on the street, but he forgot entirely about the two who were clinging to the tree. With their trap already set, it was a simple matter of waiting. After taking two blows to the head and surviving the shock-wave of a concentrated oxygen explosion, Ogg is left in a very disoriented state.
Ogg slides down the hill,
into a raptor-made trap.
Yum! It's time to eat!
finished: 12:35AM
I laugh at your foolish attempts to win. Surely there is no way you can catch my run away ogre.
ReplyDeleteDid you purposefully pose the raptor like the "Dying Gaul"?-- cause that would be a pretty genius academic nod to art history!
ReplyDeleteah, dinosaurs the ever-worthy adversary...
Umm...Yes, I agree with you. I'm a genius.
ReplyDeleteGood catch, Chris. There is a striking resemblance to that work of art. Perhaps my great, great^10 grandfather created the original.