19 Giganotosaur
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It’s possible I’d heard them even before awakening—before fighting my way up from dream—the dull, cumbersome impacts; like the slack being taken up from a freight train; the kroom, kroom, kroom, like distant (but approaching) thunder. All I know for certain is that by the time I’d sat up they were literally vibrating the windows—rattling the glassware—enough that I found it hard to believe anyone (much less Jesse and Quint, who, like me, had learned to sleep light) could slumber through it.
Enough, I suppose, that I somehow knew what was coming even before it lumbered onto the lot and paused, sniffing. For what I saw there was nothing short of Giganotosaurus carolinii—which, like Nano-allosaurus, I remembered from Mr. Jones’ science class. What I saw there was s
