Groar…Groar… Something big is coming through the jungle. He looks around with his mean eyes and thinks only of one thing (at the moment): food. He Narrates the following:

He was watching a Pachyrhinosaurus herd. His sharp brain knew where they were going. A small bird landed on his shoulder. “Lets see… hmm… we need some young Pachyrhinosaurus.” So he followed the herd to their nests, and then waits. His eyes light up when he saw: “eggs!” he rushed forward and grabbed an egg. Dinner was ready. The bird on his shoulder (Alexornis) said, “Umm, Troodon, I’m pretty sure that they saw that.” Troodon looked up, alarmed. “Help!” he screamed. Then Troodon and the Alexornis ran, hoping to evade the huge, killer horns. Luckily they grabbed a Quetzelcoatlus and flew away. They now (With Troodon’s thermal vision cellphone), could get a stereo version of the ground. Then they flew back to their house (He lived all alone, excluding his mentor, Alexornis.)