The trials of dinosaur love

Barbara had grown to love the professor. He was kind, patient and understanding about her awkwardness in company. He didn't seem to mind the foul breath she got from tearing carcasses to shreds with her bare teeth or the filthy footprints she invariably left across the parquet.

He was a good man.

If he continued to ignore her, however, and read that bloody newspaper cover to flippin' cover then Barbara was just going to have to eat him.

In the end, you just can't fight nature.



It has been a bloody long day.