One last mighty effort and we’re home!  Steam chugging, one foot in front of the other, focus forward, the pain, only a few more moments of pain, laugh louder!  One foot in front of the other!  The pain!

Just then TonyBaronus, a “made” Tyrannosaurus, stuck his foot out and tripped PatO’Saurus, who fell on his face.  This made TonyBaronus laugh, who then shoved the number two guy, also prey.  Tony was just kidding, showing off to the ladies and consuming too much wine.  But as he was shoving the number two guy he noticed that PatO’Saurus had gotten up and looked at him the wrong way. Something clicked, and he tore into PatO’Saurus’ neck with tooth and claw, severing arteries the size of a man’s leg.  PatO’Saurus shrieked and screamed his death knell, red life flowing away lava-like, but much too quickly. This sent the rest of the racers into get-the-hell-outa-here mode, complete with panic stricken bleating and pleading, the running and the crying.

The smell of blood was in the air and the host of predators that were out to watch a Sunday sporting event suddenly found themselves tearing the sporting event into mouth-sized shreds.  Every killer went after every opportunity, sometimes killing each other, sometimes starting to kill each other and then laughing it off, teaming up on some other poor slob, who was party to the joke, but in a different way.  Then they would share his liver and laugh and laugh. 

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“Join thee not the fray, Pray?” said BlaseDon,  perched on a fairly high branch of a tree, some distance from the races, upwind from the melee, and most important,  out of reach of DinoNychus, who was amusing himself at BlaseDon’s expense.  “One sees much free meat yonder!”

“No.”  DinoNychus replied, though his body English said “yes”.

“My doctor says I should eat less red meat.  More meat-on-the-wing, perhaps.”

“Oh my.    One holds friendships dear, and feels safe.” BlaseDon gulped.

“Yes, doesn’t one” chuckled DinoNychus.

“The frenzy subsides, the berserk extinguished in blood, once again there is balance!” observed BlaseDon.

“Time for the second race.” Said DinoNychus.

“Oh yes, leaner meat.  Will Thee join the fray thence?”

DinoNychus stared at BlaseDon for a moment, remembering the good old days when food knew its place, and other than the expected terrified scream at death would keep quiet.

“No” he replied, “I’m going to wait for the swimming events, I have to watch my waistline, you know, must eat less red meat and more seafood.”

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