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Author's note: These chapters will be flashfics – meaning they're intended to be short (under 1000 words).
Riding on a dinosaur sounds like fun to a kid. I know better.
They once came in different colors. I always hated the yellow ones. So much more dust than what I could possibly stand to breathe in kicked up in a cloud every time the ugly thing landed. I wrinkled my nose just thinking about it.
The blue ones weren't much fun either. It was bad enough when I had to fly on my own. Cape, tail, cloudsuit – any one of them made me shudder. If I didn't have to spend so much time on silly little dalliances in order to curry favor with those who were meant to help me, I would keep my feet firmly on the ground.
But those blue monsters – they always liked to grunt and act like they were rapidly losing altitude. It wasn't funny, but they thought it was hilarious.
The red ones stayed on the ground, but they breathed fire all the time. I do mean all the time. Take my advice – don't have flatulence near a fire-breathing Yoshi. Hold it in. There is nothing more embarrassing than having a hole burned in the bottom of one's britches because of gas that a dinosaur lit up like a Roman candle.
Thankfully, here, there were only green ones. They eat things, swallow them and pop out eggs... or egg-shaped nasty things I don't want to think about. If it is the latter, at least it's inside a shell so I can't smell it.
Even so, they didn't like to run along a track any more than any other critter I'd ever come across. Unfortunately, when the ground – if a rotating log could be called ground – was shifting underneath and not staying on the path was the same as jumping off a cliff, that type of behavior was a death sentence.
I kept yanking hard on the reigns, turning him back to the path. I guess the green fellow had endured as much as he wanted to, because when we came to the knot I needed him to walk around, he just kept plodding right into it. When the log rotated, I swore I heard him snickering as he lost traction and we fell into the abyss.
The last thought that went through my mind as free fall pulled me from the saddle was to wonder why I hadn't simply jumped off of him and let him fall off on his own.