Prehistoric Park

Alberta Lizard

Ron finished the paperwork that Nigel failed to do.

"Paperwork's not fun for most people, but I actually read through it."

Veronica was curled up on Ron's bed, sleeping.

"And, as we're actually starting to run out of room in the Park, Nigel's planning to release the Ornithomimus flock into the wild, as long as we can handle the poachers."

Ron pulled out a book.

"I'm planning to bring a few more back to get breeding numbers up, which, ironically, has gotten higher. We now have 50 of them and almost half of that number is chicks. I'm planning to capture a small Tyrannosaur. Now, by small, I mean smaller then T Rex. Me and it have the same name: Albert. Albertosaurus, which has the same body plan, but is half the adult size."

Ron chuckled as he signed his full name-Ronald Peter Albert Pinkerton-on the last paper.

He cracked his knuckles and ran to the Warthog.

Veronica woke up and followed him like a love-sick puppy.

Ron started the engine and drove to the time portal where his brother, Dylan and Justyne were waiting.

"What is with that Raptor?"

"She likes me."

Michael tried to pet her and got bitten for his troubles.

Thankfully, it didn't draw blood.

It did, however, hurt like a bitch.

"OW! FUCK!"

She let go, and Ron pet her to see if she'd do that to him.

She didn't.

"She likes me a lot."

"And just tolerates us because we're around you all the time. What're we after today?"

"Albertosaurus: Alberta's Lizard."

"The half-pint T Rex? This'll be easy."

Ron cocked his M4A1.

"Nigel's going to release the Ornithomimus flock into the wild and I have to find more. This is going to be hard."

They boarded the Warthog and drove through the portal, appearing near a herd of Triceratops.

These, however, weren't the same species as Theo: they were Triceratops prorsus, an earlier breed from 70 million years ago.

Then Ron saw a small herd of a dying breed: Zuniceratops, which was the ancestor of the Triceratops nearby.

"I think Nigel would love one of those."

Ron got out and Veronica followed him.

"That raptor's lovesick."

"Well, Ron did nurse her back to health. Hence, the unflinching loyalty."

Ron set up the time portal, planning to catch the herd of Zuniceratops.

Veronica watched as Ron fired his rather loud SPAS-12, scaring the herd toward the time portal.

He activated it, and the herd ran through.

Veronica turned to see a copy of her: a wounded Dromaeosaurus.

Michael ran over to the dinosaur, seeing that the raptor was hurt badly.

The leg was broken, and the right hand was sprained.

It wouldn't survive in the wild.

"Ron, we need to get this one back to the Park."

"Get it back there, and I'll find a pack to go with it."

It hissed at Michael and the other keepers.

When Ron got close, it calmed down.

"Like I said, if it isn't Grama and birds, it's you and Dromaeosaurs!"

Ron picked up the wolf-sized dinosaur. Veronica crooned at her younger (geologically speaking) counterpart.

Ron activated the portal and the pair walked through.

Back at the Park

Bob watched as a herd of Triceratops ran through, before noticing that the nose horn wasn't there and that they were the size of cows, rather then rhinos.

Then Ron, carrying a dinosaur, and Veronica walked through.

"We've got a wounded dinosaur here!"

Vet surgery: 6 hours later

Veronica was eating a small steak while Ron drank a cup of coffee.

"Doesn't matter if it's Columbian or British, I still don't have the taste for this crap."

Ron put the cup on the floor and Veronica managed to pop the led off, and drank some of the coffee.

She coughed it up.

"Evidently, Veronica doesn't, either."

Ron wasn't sure what the coffee would do to the small raptor, but Ron knew it wouldn't be good.

Then Suzanne walked over.

"She'll be fine. I've put on a splint and got the arm in a sling."

"She? If it isn't female Velociraptors, it's female Dromaeosaurs!"

"And those Deinonychus are comfortable near you, and those ones are male and female."

"It seems I've got a way with Raptors. I've got to get back to work."

Ron and Veronica left the building and got to a jeep.

70 mya: Alberta, Canada; future site of Dinosaur Provincial Park

Dylan ran from a small pack of Daspletosaurus, a larger relative of Albertosaurus.

Justyne and Michael, chasing after the 4 huge animals and the idiot who decided to piss them off.

When Dylan got past the time portal, Michael activated it, and the 4 animals went through.

"Not Albertosaurus, but it'll do."

Then Ron and Veronica walked through.

"You caught a Tyrannosaur?"

"Too big to be Albertosaurus."

"Daspletosaurus. Means 'frightful lizard'."

"Well, Dylan knows that! He was stupid enough to get too close and poke one in the nose!"

"Nice one, Dylan. Let's go find us some Albertosaurs."

Ron replaced Justyne in the driver's seat and Dylan hopped on the gun.

Then they spotted a park of Dromaeosaurus fighting one another.

"I guess we found the pack."

Veronica crooned, and the raptors looked at the Warthog.

"Oh, shit."

They ran toward the Warthog, and Veronica hopped out.

"What the hell is she doing?"

"Remember Martha and the elephant herd? They accepted her as a member of the herd, despite being different species."

One male hissed at Veronica, but she hit him with her clawed hand, causing a deep wound.

He backed down and backed off.

"Now that I think about it, they're members of the same family and they do look alike. The raptor we rescued must've been their Alpha female, and the rest were fighting for leadership rights. And Veronica's a bit bigger then them, so..."

"She's their Alpha female now?"

"Yeah."

Then they saw a herd of hadrosaurs walking by near a river.

"No crest. And at this time, it would have to be Maiasaura, the 'Good Mother Lizard'."

Ron chuckled.

"And they're pray for Albertosaurus."

Veronica crooned and hopped into the Warthog.

The smaller, younger raptors were curious why she did that, but they joined her, surrounding Dylan.

"Aw, crap."

If the raptors could smile evilly, they would've.

Ron drove ahead of the herd.

Back at the Park

Bob watched as the Zuniceratops and Theo were eating in their paddock.

"Ron knows how to make us all feel better here. He brought these guys back so Theo wouldn't lonely."

Then he remembered the new Tyrannosaurs.

"Daspletosaurus is smaller then T Rex, and just as good at hunting. And they seem to have taken a liking to the steers."

When he got back to the time portal, it activated and a herd of animals that looked a lot like Iguanodon walked through.

Nigel, who decided to check on Ron's progress, saw them.

"Maiasaura. Ron, you know how to find an animal we never had before!"

70 mya

Ron chuckled, and soon a pack of Albertosaurus, ran after the herd.

"Oh, shit! If they run through-"

It was too late.

The Maiasaura herd would start to stampede, and cause what the damned Troodon did less then a year ago: pure chaos.

Ron drove the Warthog through the portal, and they saw that the capture pen was completely destroyed.

"Oh, hell."

Ron got out of the Warthog, and saw that the herd was deep into the park: where all the animals were kept.

Ron wasn't worried about the T Rexes: they had chicks to protect, nor was he worried about the Irritators, because they still feared him or even the raptors, because they liked him.

He was worried about the Sauropod herd.

If they were spooked, everything they had rebuilt over the past year was for nothing.

Thankfully, Bob and Nigel were already stopping the Albertosaurs, but the Maiasaura were a different story.

Ron got back in the Warthog and caught up with the herd.

They'd already destroyed the Spinosaurus paddock, but the dinosaurs were too busy eating to notice.

Ron got to the front of the herd, and they stopped when the raptors, excluding Veronica, attacked the leader of the herd.

Thankfully, they stopped when Ron fired his shotgun.

8 weeks later

Everything was fine back at Prehistoric Park.

The Maiasaura were in their new paddock, eating, and in the case of the wounded patriarch, recovering well.

The new Dromaeosaurs were now following Ron, and copying Veronica's actions.

Bob's favorite dinosaurs, the Ornithomimus, were now living in the badlands of Alberta, which seemed the perfect place for them.

Ron was reading a book to find the animal he'd recover next.

And that's Season Two!

I'm not finished with Prehistoric Park, though! There are still animals to recover and times to go to!

I hope you enjoyed this story!

Ja Ne!