King of the (Urban) Jungle
The great lizard did not know where it was.
The lush forest that was its domain had vanished, to be replaced by cold, stark walls of stone. The smells were different too – there was no scent of life here, only a cloying oily odour which saturated it's nostrils.
And these small creatures with their sticks of fire and pain were everywhere – but they were fragile too and their meat was nourishing.
Suddenly everything changed again, and the beast was back in its primeval forest. The Tyrannosaur roared to signify its eternal mastery over the land.
And then the spaceship hit!