Monkeys in a barrel
The dinosaurs in the prehistoric of hysteria didn’t have the room for survival’s criteria the t-Rex stands facing it’s opponent with the long necks, who’s next a raptor scavenging for food o my that dead pterodactyl cure’s his mood. A habitat built to quick made a dinosaur’s meal hard and brittle even in those days it tasted like plastic but hey, for one that was fantastic on the brink of total destruction and annihilation, time was like a spectrum of light only a shade to bright, so the child gets up from his toys and dims the time, he remembers what he learned in school, an asteroid killed the dinosaurs but it was his mind that was taught to rawr. glancing for something like a rock he remembers the monkeys in a barrel his sister put in his socks, he goes to his dresser pulls them out, it’s as if he were the one in space, then he threw the monkeys in a barrel right at the t-rex's ugly face. Hoo-raa to the human race. A chain link of beastly Fates.