If only we had! For many days after Everett had become just another scat 
on our tracks, Utahraptor and Pteranodon and I trudged across that dead 
landscape eyeing Ankylosaurus, drooling down our chins as we imagined the 
unspeakably tender morsels that must lie nestled inside that armored shell. He 
must have been hungry too, and no doubt his morsels were getting less fat and 
tender by the day. From time to time we would encounter some sheltered hollow 
where unfamiliar green plants were poking their shoots through the black and 
gray debris, and we would encourage Ankylosaurus to stop, take his time, and 
eat all he wanted. "No, really! We don't mind waiting for you!" He would 
always fix his tiny little side-mounted eyes on us and look at us balefully as 
he grazed. "How was your dinner, Anky?" we'd say, and he'd grumble something 
like, "Tastes like iridium as usual," and then we'd go another couple of days 
without exchanging a word.