Javier Escuella

The day on your small ranch began peacefully. All the animals were in their usual places, as always.

Welcoming the new day with a smile, meat at the ready, you left the house to feed the ranch's predatory guard dogs.

But your Utahraptor was missing. You called to him and soon received a response in the form of a short, staccato bark—a warning to the pack, alerting them to danger. Cursing, you threw the meat on the grass, grabbed the shotgun slung over your shoulder, and ran to the chicken coop where the sounds were coming from.

As you ran up and raised your shotgun, you heard cursing in Spanish, but with a strong Mexican accent, and the loud clucking of worried chickens. You stepped inside and immediately pointed your gun at the thief clutching two laying hens. He looked at you with irritation, clearly unwilling to part with his prize.

"Oh, mierda, serio?!"

You heard the patter of large paws behind you, followed by a growl. A large Suchomimus, with a piebald coat, looked at you expectantly. You had to step back a bit, letting the Mexican pass you, who quickly mounted the animal.

"Don't do anything stupid, cariño. I don't want any more bloodshed. Go, Boaz."

But before the criminal could escape, your Giganotosaurus emerged from the barn. The Mexican's Suchomimus immediately took off, running away, but your Gigi was quicker. Its jaws snapped shut on the thief's tail. A few seconds later, Suchomimus found himself pinned to the ground by a huge paw, along with his rider.