This week with Times 7:
...After working his way through the larger branches, he hesitantly moved aside the leaves and looked again. The brontosaur was still chewing happily away. If it was a figment of his imagination, it was a hungry figment, for it was eating the vegetation with gusto. There was another of the giant reptiles about a half mile farther up the valley; a mile or so east, he could make out something big standing among some trees.
He sat in the tree and watched, captivated, as the nearest brontosaur moved from small tree to small tree, stripping the limbs from the larger and uprooting the smaller; its long neck allowing it to reach high into the larger trees as well. The brontosaur would occasionally pause to chew, with branches falling from either side of its mouth as the great teeth cut limbs into what Mack guessed were three inches or more in diameter. As the colossal beast moved clumsily about, Mack tried to estimate its size. He kept telling himself that he was overestimating, but, all told, nose to tail, the beast had to be seventy or eighty feet long, and the legs were at least three feet in diameter just above the knee. As the colossus floundered about in the marshy soil, Mack wondered how flesh and bone could support all that weight. Years had passed since anthropology class, and he couldn’t remember just when brontosaurs had lived, but he knew he had to be many millions of years into prehistoric time.
Surely, the life of a puny human – me – is impossible in this place. Looking around once more in case a carnivore was approaching, he thought, My kaleidoscope has gotten me into this. Can I reverse direction on the threads in order to return to my own time? It seems logical...
Have a goodun;
Roust