Dr. Williams here, with a report of a lighter variety than last time. After avoiding the Dakotaraptor pack, we managed to make our way back to base camp, intact if somewhat pungent from dinosaur urine. However, a few days later Ms. Malloway was enjoying a good chew of some bubble gum by the perimeter fence, when a passing Struthiomimus peaked its head over the side. The blasted thing pecked once at the considerable bubble Ms. Malloway had blown, which burst, coating bubble gum to her hair. The bursting bubble spooked the Struthiomimus, which panicked and wrapped its neck around Ms. Malloway’s gum-coated head, and unfortunately, the pair became caked together. It took several hours of vigorous scrubbing and tranquilizers for both parties involved before Malloway and the dinosaur became unglued. Do you know what a Struthiomimus is? It was a an ostrich-like omnivore native to North America.
For more on Struthiomimus, read here. This is Dr. Williams, signing off from sometime in the Mesozoic.
Dr. Williams, here, somewhat pressed for time…and space. I’m currently hiding under a rock. I was on a simple supply run from our base camp’s northern farmland, when my companions and I found ourselves being tracked by a pack of Dakotaraptors. It may have been harder for them to find us, had Dr. Shore not insisted we practice our karaoke on our trek, although their arrival did bring a swift end to Shore’s caterwauling, so that’s a silver lining I suppose. We’ve been hiding beneath this blasted rock for the past several hours, which has become rather ripe as the animals keep peeing on it to mark their territory. Do you know what a Dakotaraptor is? It was a large dromaeosaurid carnivore.
For more on Dakotaraptor, read here. This is Dr. Williams, signing off (under a rock).
Dr. Williams here, still reporting from sometime in the Mesozoic. The last few weeks have been fairly uneventful, save for one major occurrence – namely, Dr. Gilbert has adopted an Iguanodon as a pet.
Do you know what an Iguanodon is? It’s a planet-eater that walked on both two and four legs, and had spiked thumbs. This latter feature had proved rather worrying, as poor Dr. Rogers has constantly been stabbed during his attempts to train the animal now known as “Iggy” to give him a high-five. Plus, Iggy’s managed to devour the salad bar. Somehow, I’m not expecting having him around to get any easier. For more on Iguanodon, read here. That’s all for now – Dr. Williams, signing off.