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“Who’s coming?” she asked.
“The King of the Killers! Run while you can!” wailed a hadrosaur.
Lila did not run. She yawned, lay on her rock and waited.
A moment later she heard the thump of heavy feet. Trees crunched and crashed.
Branches snapped like straw.
“RRRAARLL!!”
With a horrible howl, a Tyrannosaurus Rex charged through the trees and
stamped over to the lake.
It stopped at the water’s edge. Then it glared around, looking for someone to eat.
The only animal it could see was Lila, the little brown lizard. Lowering its
massive head, the T Rex bared its teeth at her.
“Why haven’t you run?” it snarled. “Haven’t you heard? The King of the Killers
is here!”
“No, he isn’t,” said Lila calmly.
The T Rex shook its head and roared.
“You don’t understand. It’s ME! I’m the King of the Killers!”
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