triceratops

tired. just very very tired.

really dont want to go back to the states now.
for many many reasons.
sigh.

was just thinking bout this.
once upon a time... there lived some tyranasaurus rexes, some brontosauruses, and some triceratops. all of which im sure i have spelt wrongly.
the triceratops was supposed to belong to the brontosauruses (in my story).
but no. somehow. this particular one was a completely different species.
and so it grew up awkwardly.
while the borntosauruses matured in all their elegance with their long, slender necks, chomping on freaking coconut leaves... all the triceratop had to show for its outward maturation was the growing of horns and increasing size, chomping on...

unfortunately. before i can even contemplate the next line...
the triceratop has died of an internal wound to its heart.
but the tyranasaurus rexes had always assumed that its hard, 'armoured', garang exterior was inpenetrable. and while they would accompany the brontosauruses on their journey back home to the caves after a splash in the sea, they had always left the triceratop alone to navigate and topo its way back to checkpoint H.
when the triceratop died. they just assumed it was hibernating.

and so the triceratop became extinct.