Dinosaurs were great pets thought Larry apart from when they slipped the lead.

“Rex! Get back here!”, Larry screamed down the megaphone before whistling the three notes he had trained Rex to recognise and smashing fifteen windows in the process.

It was no good Rex was off on one. Larry watched Rex the thoroughbred T-Rex stomp off out the park and down Main Street. Larry cursed himself; he should have remembered to bring Rex’s treats although the cattle truck was a pain to get over the speed bumps.

There was nothing worse than trying to distract Rex from chasing squirrels.