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he muttered,
shaking his head. “I can’t believe the nightmare continues.”
    It was at that moment Henry’s cell phone, attached
to his belt, rang. He put it to his ear and answered. It was his son-in-law
Justin.
    “Wow, you must be psychic, son. I was just about to
call you.” Henry glanced up at Ann, whose expression alerted him she knew who
he was talking to.
    She sat down beside him and the kitten jumped from
her arms to his lap. Settled there, promptly curled up and fell asleep. The cat
had already forgotten her recent close call or was too exhausted to keep her
eyes open. Oh, the blithe sleep of innocent tiny animals.
    “I beat you to it,” Justin responded and plugged
onwards without taking a breath or giving Henry a chance to say anything else. “We’ve
got another dinosaur problem. A big one, too. You won’t believe what I’ve recently
discovered. I waited to call you until I was absolutely sure. Now I am. I know
you’re sick to death of dinosaurs encroaching in your life but this is going to
blow your mind. I know it did mine.”
    Henry’s expression became distressed and his eyelids
lowered. He sighed. “Well, you give me your bad news and then I’ll give you
mine.”
    “Oh, you have news, as well?”
    “Yep. But you go first.”
    “Remember when we smashed their eggs and exterminated
all those dinosaurs in the nest a couple of months ago and I thought some or
all of them were sick?”
    “Yes?”
    “Well, remember when I said that, ill or not,
diseased or not, I suspected there might be more…infestations…of the
creatures in other national parks similar to ours–in the future if not already?
You know, parks along the volcanic ridge that travels up the western North
American coast all the way to Washington state? Areas and wilderness reserves with
the same environmental conditions as we’ve had? Locations, like us, that have
been experiencing deep subterranean earthquakes which could be regurgitating
eggs, of various unknown species, that could be birthing more prehistoric
creatures?” A heavy pause.
    “Yes?” Now Henry was getting nervous. Ann, sensing
his disquiet, was watching him. Waiting. Outside the night was silent. No
kangaroo dinosaur noises. No noises of any kind. Eerie quiet highlighting the
moment.
    “Unfortunately, I’m afraid I might have been correct.”
    Oh no. No, no, no.
    Justin was forging on. “I’ve made contact,
telephone inquiries and emails, with a number of chief park rangers or
superintendents in Redwood, Yosemite, Death Valley, Sequoia National Park in
California, Great Basin, Spring Mountain Ranch State and Horseman’s Park in
Nevada and grilled them on any strange animal sightings they might have been
having recently. They’ve all had recent powerful earthquakes or a history of
them in the last decade.”
    “And they actually told you if they had seen
something suspicious?” Henry was surprised.
    “Well, not all of them and not in so many words
exactly….”
    “What do you mean?” Henry only wanted Justin to
spit it out now and stop drawing out the suspense.
    “Some of them got really odd sounding when they
were answering my questions. One or two cut me off quickly accusing me of being
a crackpot or an out-and-out nut. Some hung up on me the minute I mentioned
prehistoric beasts or dinosaurs.
    “But two of them I somehow got through to and they
admitted, yes, some strange creatures were prowling their forests.
    “One, Chief Ranger Witter from Redwood National
Park, finally broke down after I’d talked to him three times, sent him digital
pictures of our Hugo, and other irrefutable proof of our dinosaur experiences, and
admitted he and his men had hunted and actually bagged two bizarre looking
specimens in the last six months that could have been young dinosaurs.
Two. When he described them to me one of them sounded an awful lot like a young
Hugo before his wings had grown out but the other one didn’t sound like
anything we’ve come across