So we were stuck there, the four of us, and though we didn't have 
mediatrons and cine aerostats in those days, we all pretty much knew what was 
up: We were the last four dinosaurs on earth. Pretty soon we would be three, 
and then two, and then one, and then none at all, and the only question left to 
settle was in what order we'd go. You might think this would be awful and 
depressing, but it wasn't really that bad; being dinosaurs, we didn't spend a 
lot of time pondering the imponderables, if you know what I mean, and in a way 
it was kind of fun waiting to see how it would all work out. There was a 
general assumption on all hands, I think, that Ankylosaurus would be the first 
to go, but Utah and I would have killed each other in an instant.