Besides me there was Utahraptor, who was smaller than me, but very quick, 
with great curving claws on his feet; with one kick he could cut another 
dinosaur open like ripe fruit. Then there was Ankylosaurus, who was a slow 
plant-eater, but dangerous; he was protected all around by a bony shell like a 
turtle's, and on the end of his tail was a big lump of bone that could dash out 
the brains of any meat-eating dinosaur that came too close. Finally there was 
Pteranodon, who could fly. All of us traveled together in a little pack. To be 
perfectly honest, our band had formerly consisted of a couple of hundred 
dinosaurs, most of them duck-billed plant-eaters, but Utahraptor and I had been 
forced to eat most of these—just a few a day, of course, so that they 
didn't notice at first, as they were not very intelligent.