On the second day I prowled around the vicinity and found tremendous 
gashes in tree trunks, which had undoubtedly been made by Utahraptor as he 
slashed wildly at Dojo; other trees that had been snapped off entirely by the 
club at the end of the tail of Ankylosaurus; and long scratches in the earth 
made by the talons of Pteranodon as she dove again and again at some elusive 
opponent. At this point, I became concerned. It was clear that all three of my 
opponents had fought Dojo and lost, so if I lost also (which was 
inconceivable), I would be even with the others; but the rules of the contest 
stated that in the event of a tie, all four dinosaurs would be eaten, and the 
Kingdom of Reptiles would be no more. I spent the night fretting about who or 
what the terrible Dojo was.