I got most of him as usual, though Utahraptor kept darting in around my 
ankles and snatching up choice bits, and from time to time Pteranodon would 
swoop in and grab a whorl of intestine. Ankylosaurus stood off to the side and 
watched. For a long time we'd taken him for an idiot, because he would always 
just squat there watching us divide up those duck-bills, munching stupidly on 
the erratic horsetail, never saying much. In retrospect, maybe he was just a 
taciturn sort. He must have worked out that we would very much like to eat him, 
if only we could locate some chink in his armor.