It was a quiet evening on Isla Esperansa. Jon sat in his office, filling out paper work. A Microraptor stood on its perch on his desk. She chirped at him. Jon looked at her and smiled. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a treat. He tossed it across the room, and the little feathered dinosaur leapt off her perch and glided after it. With the her distracted, Jon finished the work he had laying on his desk. He stretched in his chair and yawned. He spun the chair around and stood up, looking out the large picture window that had a perfect view of the Tyrannosaur paddock. The sun was setting, and in the clearing of the paddock was the T-Rex. They workers named her Rhen, and lately, the poor girl was suffering from insomnia. Jon watched her wonder aimlessly, and worried about her. Rhen was eating properly, and didn't seem to be in pain, but she just couldn't sleep. The vets had suggested that she's upset about something. Some even suggested she's having nightmares when she does sleep. That was an interesting theory. Do Dinosaurs dream? And if so, what do they dream about? To top it off, what would give the top predator on the island nightmares? Jon sighed. The Microraptor glided onto his shoulder and chirped. He lightly petted her head, and she let out a soft purr. Just then, Rhen let out a loud and thunderous roar, causing the Micro to jump in fear. She glided across the room and into a potted plant. Jon chuckled. Rhen usually roared for no reason. Probably because she wants to make her presence known the the other carnivores on the island. They were all caged of course, but they could still hear her. A thought came to Jons mind. He's been running the Park for 5 years, and they still don't fully understand the animals they work so close to. Just last week, they found that the Othlenias were able to digest toxic seed by eating clay, much like South American Macaws. The clay absorbs the toxins in the stomach, preventing sickness. Amazing how they can figure these things out. Out in the clearing, Rhen began retreating from view into her forest.
'Hopefully, she get some sleep...' Jon thought. The phone on his desk rang. He pressed the speaker button.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Sir?" A worker replied."Its the raptors. They're at it again." Jon sighed.
"Of course they are. I'll be right down." He hung up. He grabbed his cain and limped to the door, where he took his coat off the rack. He looked at the Micro still hiding in the plant.
"You stay here." Jon said to her. "I really need to name you..." He walked out and closed the door. The Micro chirped and looked at his desk.
Jon suddenly opened the door and leaned to room.
"And stay out of the treat drawer!" He said, and closed the door, again. As if she understood him, the little Micro chirped in disappointment, and curled up under the leafs of the plant.