So after a visit from the younger young writers fest group I have this: I had to change dragon because I’d already had one, so Incorporated Maddy’s Dino tweet into the mix.
Dino stared down its nose at me in a disapproving condescending manner. He did this every morning during our jog.
‘A stegosaurus could hunt you down!’ he shouted. His voice was horse (intentional typo! I promise) from all his stupid quips and his stupid little arms flailed about as he sped along.
That was it. We would endure this no more, I was leading a rebellion. No longer would he be the fastest rex. No longer would he oppress the good rexes of the T-Run Jogging group.
I forged ahead, we were neck and neck. I saw my break but ironically failed to see an oncoming stegosaurus. We collided. No one ever knew of my heroic attempts thwart the regime instead they call me ‘T-klutz.’
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