There are hundreds, of all colors and sizes. He knows all their names, stegosaurus, allosaurus, and has nicknamed them all too. The allosaurus, his favorite, is Junior. The dinosaurs are in rows and he lies on the floor, touching them one by one, whispering to them. If I was not a monster I would know.
Monsters make more monsters.
I say, John, we are going to the beach. Please get ready. He gets up immediately. At least he is obedient. Bernard hits him too.