OTA
Leslie was sitting quietly on a bench, lamenting the destruction of the park she had spent so much time and effort on. Now these three-horns were eating all of the things she had planted. Sure, they were cute three-horns, especially the babies with the way they munched on the grass, but the sideways glance the adults gave her was a little disconcerting. They had left her alone though since she had not done anything too alert the adults of the herd.
She just let out a sigh, and slouched a bit on the bench. This felt like the beginning of the end. Plant-eating dinosaurs were the first to show up, and Leslie had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before there were sharp-teeth in the town. And what would they do then? What would the baby dinosaurs do? They better not get eaten...
Leslie sighed again, and one of the adult triceratops chuffed at her. The blonde rolled her eyes, and waved a hand at it. "Oh stop," she said out loud. "You're a million times bigger than I am. I am seriously no threat to you." But as things go the triceratops didn't understand her, and it made a threatening move toward her. Leslie didn't move, but her eyes did widen significantly. She was pretty sure her life flashed before her eyes, too.