A different kind of hairball ((NICK))
Mar 10, 2016 10:51:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 10:51:16 GMT -5
Aladar spent most of his time in DinoLand. He didn't want to go to the other areas because he didn't want to knock down the buildings. DinoLand offered the space Aladar needed. He didn't mind, though, being limited to one area. He knew he could go other places, but he had to be very careful of his tail. Not to mention his feet. It was just easier to stay in DinoLand.
Having lost Bruton, Aladar felt lonely again. Two-legged humans visited him often, and the little ones loved to climb on his back. He was sure to keep very still while they played; he didn't want to hurt anyone on accident. Sometimes Aladar felt it would just be easier if he hadn't woken up here. Life was easier in general, because he didn't have to worry about Carnotaurs at all, and that was certainly something to be thankful for. On occasion--but not very often--people would come visit him just to chat. Aladar wondered if Bruton had figured out how to escape the place, because it wasn't easy to lose an Iguanodon here. The trees weren't tall enough, unless he was laying down. Aladar also wondered what had happened to Tramp. He had been rather kind, for a hairball. Aladar snorted a laugh. Most of the hairballs Aladar knew were kind. They were just hairy, instead of scaly. A shudder rolled down Aladar's back as he considered what it would be like if he had fur instead of scales. The image was not pleasant.
Aladar had a snack--that's how he ate, mostly, was in snacks as opposed to complete meals--and he settled down again. The sun was about at the spot when the most children came to play, and Aladar didn't want to disappoint them. However, only a few showed up today, and Aladar let them play until their parents called for them. Alone again, Aladar stood. It was time to move to another clearing, anyway. Most of the trees here needed time to regrow their leaves. He stepped cautiously, as always, but he had to jump over one of the little monsters that ate humans only to spit them back up somewhere else.
Having lost Bruton, Aladar felt lonely again. Two-legged humans visited him often, and the little ones loved to climb on his back. He was sure to keep very still while they played; he didn't want to hurt anyone on accident. Sometimes Aladar felt it would just be easier if he hadn't woken up here. Life was easier in general, because he didn't have to worry about Carnotaurs at all, and that was certainly something to be thankful for. On occasion--but not very often--people would come visit him just to chat. Aladar wondered if Bruton had figured out how to escape the place, because it wasn't easy to lose an Iguanodon here. The trees weren't tall enough, unless he was laying down. Aladar also wondered what had happened to Tramp. He had been rather kind, for a hairball. Aladar snorted a laugh. Most of the hairballs Aladar knew were kind. They were just hairy, instead of scaly. A shudder rolled down Aladar's back as he considered what it would be like if he had fur instead of scales. The image was not pleasant.
Aladar had a snack--that's how he ate, mostly, was in snacks as opposed to complete meals--and he settled down again. The sun was about at the spot when the most children came to play, and Aladar didn't want to disappoint them. However, only a few showed up today, and Aladar let them play until their parents called for them. Alone again, Aladar stood. It was time to move to another clearing, anyway. Most of the trees here needed time to regrow their leaves. He stepped cautiously, as always, but he had to jump over one of the little monsters that ate humans only to spit them back up somewhere else.