To whom ever this may find.

Please send help, you may be our last hope. The situation is grim. We are forced to work in menial jobs all around the city for no pay. Jobs such as being used as vacuums and as scissors, and some jobs that send a shiver down my spine just to think of them. Those who refuse to work are killed. There meat is fed to our oppressors, there bones used in construction or decoration, their skin is used to clothe our vicious dictators. Some however say that these are the luck ones. Please whom ever finds this desperate plea for help, send help to Bedrock. While on the outside it may seem as though we live in an almost symbiotic relationship, make no mistake that the humans are nothing more then parasites. The good intentions are merely a facade to trick any visitors and to set the minds of those who keep us enslaved at ease. I do not know if I shall live by the time help gets here. For my punishment for this letter will most surely be death, but if it will help to free my brethren my sacrifice will have been worth it.

The Dinosaurs of Bedrock