Murray crouched in frigid horror as the Pteranodon screeched like an eagle ready to gut its cowering victim. The flying reptile descended with talons outstretched and leathery wings cutting through the overheated air.
What to do, thought Murray as she dived behind a boulder. Is this oversharpened osprey a symbol of my desperate plight, or do I get up and slice its neck with my knife like a restaurauteur about to show a leg of lamb to an eager customer?
Quickly, she rose up and grasped at the Pternaodon's scaly legs while aiming for the flapping edge of its left wingt. The talons swifly ripped at her limbs and back but she held on as she cut a ragged hole in the fearsome dinosaur's exposed membrane. Rapidly the monster began to tumble toward the ground strewn with just-cooled lava and pumice one hundred feet below.
"I'm happy because I like to be!" called Murray to the universe as she rolled herself into a tight ball preparing to hit land. As she and the reptile fell side by side she caught the look of dead terror in its eyes. 1-2-3 she counted, then felt the surprising splash of sulfurous water. "I'm a world of feelings and I know it!" she thought as she reached the bottom of the shallow pool which was just deep enough to support her and her emotional work. As she came to float on the surface, she laughed aloud in delight swimming toward the nearest spot of earth, where she saw the dinosaur's corpse lie.
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