Tis true; every character you read has been painstakingly typed out by my rather curved claws, which dangle awkwardly at the end of my too-short arms. Approximately every three sentences I let loose a blood-curdling howl, something to instill fear into every sissy-boy in a twenty mile radius.

My floor runs red with the blood of my enemies.

For breakfast this morning, me and my pal tedski (a velociraptor) cornered an entire herd of cavemen and devoured them one by one. We usually eat the men first to sate our raging appetites, but we felt like something new today, so we went straight for the women and children. Twas glorious.

In other news, those who make the collaborative christmas story seem so random should walk the streets in fear of being devoured by a raging Tyrannosaurus. Namely, me.

Also, le queue is cleared. Which is dino-mite (I couldn't resist).