“Yeah, sorry little buddy, but you’re a can of worms I don’t want to be part of opening.” With a sigh a took my kitchen shears up and separated its head from its neck quickly and cleanly. I took the remains to my makeshift smelter and got it as hot as possible to make sure all traces of the dinosaur would be gone. I’d watched too many episodes of the Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits and read too much fiction to know that nothing good would have come this.

“God damn it. Not another one. Like I don’t have enough of these damn things already. I wanted to hatch chickens! Can’t even trust local farmers these days not to try to pass things off as chicken eggs.”

“ah fuck… The egg I bought from a local farmer hatched into a baby dinosaur!” I said, looking at an egg I bought from a local farmer that has since hatched into a baby dinosaur.