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The ground shuddered. Brenda’s baby iguanodons tumbled
over and began to cry. The hadrosaurs wailed in protest.
George came storming out of the forest.
“Oy, Sizo!” he roared. “I told you to tiptoe!”
“But it’s not me,” protested Sizo.
“It’s true,” said Brenda. “Sizo isn’t moving.”
The dinosaurs stared at Sizo. He stood quite still; yet they
could hear thuds and crashes.
