There was once a little stegosaurus. His name was Steven. Steven was a curious little stegosaurus. One day he saw a shooting star. Since he was soooooo curious, he left his parents that night to go find the shooting star. He ventured out into the uncharted wilderness (at least to the stegosauri). What lay before him was huge swamps and rivers, enormous mountains and valleys, and Volcano of DEATH. Steven didn’t know this, for he was too little to understand. Steven headed through the brush and saw the scariest sight. Lying asleep in the swamp was the big, mighty, sarcosuchus! He was sight to see, almost 20 feet long, Steven was wary not to wake him up, for if he did he would have to swim as fast he could. All he had to do was go 200 or so
