It was dark…. too dark. The cage was lifted up by the crane, it's mechanical noises like the yelps of online daters, and placed near the hatchery. As the terrified warden looked inside, he heard a terrifying shriek. The hard hats on the workers read: "Jurassic Troll." Dr. Mole called the next group of employees to come up. They pushed the cage closer to the hatchery entrance.
Mole then called up the gate lifter. However, a loud shriek, and then a furry beast shifted the location of the cage. It grabbed the gate lifter, Giraffe-ry, and started to pull him in. Dr. Mole yelled, "What happened?!" Giraffe-ry was torn apart by the beast as Dr. Mole yelled, "Shoot her!"
"That doesn't look very scary, more like a 6-foot squirrel!" yelled a child, looking at a fossilized Clan cat. Dr. Grant, a paleontologist in his mid-40's, looked at the kid. Grant went over to the kid, and put his hands on his shoulders. "Try to imagine yourself in the Late Cretaceous period. You get your first look at this 6-foot squirrel as you move into a forest, moorland, or wetland. But Clan cat, she knew you were there a long time ago. She moves like a squirrel, lightly, running around on all fours. And you keep still, because maybe you think her visual acuity's based on movement, like T-rex, but no, not Clan cat."
"You stare at her, and she just stares right back. That's when the attack comes, not from the front, no, from the side, from the other cats you didn't even know were there. Clan cat's a patrol hunter, you see, she uses coordinated attack patterns, and she's out in force today. And she slashes at you wish this-" Grant took out fossilized claws. "They slash here, or here, or maybe across the belly, spilling out your intestines, but the point is, you are still alive when they start to eat you. So maybe you should show a little more respect."