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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Dinosaur Fences



There were no emergency plans for a wild triceratops on the rampage because the zoo had no triceratops exhibit, to say nothing of the fact that everyone believed them extinct. As such, the zoo was forced to improvise on how to handle the furious beast. Sure, the first steps were easy. Get people out of harm’s way. Keep people from coming back in. Straight forward stuff. But then what?

The zoo called all the dinosaur experts they could find, but their knowledge was all theoretical. Some proved useful, some not so much. Facts regarding speed and strength were relatively accurate, which helped zoo workers remain safe as they controlled the situation. Dietary information was useful in very general terms. They knew the beasts liked to eat plants and trees, but that didn’t necessarily mean they were fond of the particular plants and trees native to the area. This greatly diminished the zoo keepers’ ability lure the wild thing to a secure location. And temperament? Who knew if the thing’s current rage was a fleeting thing, brought about by finding itself in a strange new place and time, or was this its nature?

All the zoo keepers could do was get to a safe distance and observe, like proper scientists and researchers. That’s when they noticed three facts that would be crucial to containing the errant dinosaur. First, the thing was tiring itself out. They would be able to act soon, but what to do? They only had a limited time to act, not enough time to build a full on cage. Besides, who knew where it would finally fall asleep or if they would be able to move it when it did? Second, they noticed that though the dinosaur could charge and rampage with the best of them, it couldn’t jump. Third, and most crucially, it was very vain about its bony nose, doing its level best not to scuff up the polished shine it had. It didn’t seem like much, but it was enough. They had a plan.

When the dinosaur finally fell asleep, they rushed in and surrounded the beast with a small metal fence. It installed quickly, didn’t take a lot of resources to pull together in an emergency, and best of all, it contained the dinosaur. After all, its stubby little legs couldn’t jump over the low fence and it didn’t dare risk scuffing its nose bone breaking through.


- Originally mailed to M.B. in Texas

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