Hey, have you seen my dinosaur? It was right here just a second ago. Seriously, I turned my back
for a brief second, to flip my .45 over, and now she’s vanished.
Dinosaurs only listen to vinyl, you see. And this dinosaur, an Apatosaurus named Virginia,
desperately needed to hear Tell Her No by the Zombies, and I decided to hear Leave Me Be, the
B-side. It was decent, but now my dinosaur is gone. Woe. Woe!
We had a pretty good run, that Apatosaurus and I. I named her Virginia, because why not?
Here’s the thing about dinosaurs: they are party animals! Whenever we go out, the people
always shout, “Party!” And we do! We party all the time. We dance, we swim, we drink punch
and eat cake and pin various tails on various donkeys. Party food is the best for me and my
dinosaur. Little sandwiches, cheese and nuts and candy, candy, candy, candy, candy! Dinosaurs
and I love candy! In fact, maybe my dinosaur is getting candy? But there’s a ten gallon hat right
there, filled to the brim with jelly beans. Filled to the brim!
Seriously, where could she be! I’m stumped.
TO BE CONTINUED…