This is hardly even a one-shot. It's more of a stubfic. You know what? I'm going to call these things stubfics now. Anyway, it's short, silly, and should not be taken seriously. I just can imagine a smasher enjoying a little fantasy occasionally. Enjoy. Or don't. Your choice, I suppose.
Oh, and hadrosaurs are a type of herbivorous dinosaur. You can look up pics if you like.
A herd of hadrosaurs surrounded the watering hole, drinking and wading in the pebbly shallows. A soft breeze whistled in the branches of the shady conifers. The prehistoric evening forest seemed very tranquil. However, one of the hadrosaurs noted an unusual occurrence. The ground trembled slightly, creating ominous ripples in the pool of water. Something was amiss.
A huge cracking sound suddenly rent the air, followed by an earsplitting roar. A tree toppled to the ground with a crash, sending splinters and leaves everywhere. The hadrosaurs brayed in fright and scattered as the marauding beast stepped over the remains of the tree to the edge of the watering hole. Its fearsome claws glinted and its icy eyes flashed menacingly. It let out another piercing roar, swiping at the tail of a fleeing hadrosaur with its razor-sharp claws. The behemoth stomped into the brush, the thorns and sticks not even scratching the steely green scales covering its body like impenetrable armor.
Various prehistoric woodland creatures scattered in the presence of the beast, for it was infamous in these parts for its might. All the lesser reptiles made haste to avoid the wrath that would be rained upon them if they dared to cross it.
The beast made its way to a rocky cliff overlooking the vast valley over which it reigned. It could see everything for up here, and that made it feel triumphant. No other predator in the whole forest could compete with its grandeur and power. It was a hunting, fighting, destroying machine. It was unstoppable. The reptile gave a roar that resounded through the valley, rising above the wind in the trees, and the voice in the air…
"…Dude. Wake up. Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup…!"
The beast opened its eyes. Someone was poking his shoulder as he lay curled in a ball in his bed. He looked up blearily.
"Lord, you sleep like a zombie, you know that?" Pit informed him. "Anyway, Master Hand called some meeting about something or other that he wants everyone to be at, so I came to wake you up."
Yoshi rolled awkwardly out of bed, still part way in lala land. What a shame Master Hand had to call a meeting. "Okay, thanks," he chirped as they started out of his room. "D'you think we can watch Jurassic Park again after the meeting?"
Pit canted his head a bit. "We watched that, like, just last week."
"Yes," said Yoshi, as though he didn't understand what Pit was getting at.
"I mean, that's not a bad thing," Pit backtracked. "I just didn't think you'd like it very much."
Yoshi just shrugged. It was a funny thing; normally such ideas of violence and power did unnerve him. But, perhaps, on occasion…well, a dinosaur could dream, couldn't he?
The new Jurassic Park is coming out this summer. I'm pretty nervous, because it has the potential to be a complete flop. I'm sure Yoshi would enjoy it, though.