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Clanking cans and pipes rubbed against the green parasaur’s skin, a black shiny sheet of unknown material loosely held together with vines, tied to his body. Scooter let out a close enough sound to a hiss, the herbivore taking his time to navigate the darkness of his new home, a dark and stinky sewer. Dripping water echoed through the various chambers of the underground tunnels, the skittering of large rodents could vaguely be heard down the longing alleyways of concrete. A large, shiny black sheet covered his face, obscuring his vision and any sounds he managed to produce. His costume, mostly made with some vines, a black garbage bag, some old cans and rusty pipes, and part of a black raincoat to cover his face. He found it amusing, his own creativity, about this new project. Every other dinosaur had come up with a cool new look, so why shouldn’t he?? And maybe even, he could scare off a would-be predator with his new look?? The black cloaked parasaur headed towards the entrance of

As the nights were growing longer and the temperatures were starting to drop, it was a sure sign that the October festivities of Halloween was drawing closer with each cold night passing. And most dinosaurs were finding every opportunity possible to get into the spooky mood – Omelette and Ladloch included. Rather than going off to find food that was slowly becoming harder to find with the ever-approaching Autumn, Omelette had decided to dress up as she had seen most other dinosaurs do – after all, she had the herd mentality and wanted to join in on what everyone else was doing. And if that meant getting her horns stuck in stained bed sheets or sticking fake leaves to her head then… So be it. But rather than wearing a bedsheet or wandering around as a swamp monster, Omelette had dressed up as the one thing she knew most – not all – dinosaurs feared. They buzzed, they stung… And they always disappeared when the cold hit. A wasp. In order to look like a wasp, she had