As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in prehistoric purples and golds, the duo reached their crescendo. Barnaby let out one final, lung-busting croak, and Terrence performed a spinning pirouette that uprooted three fern trees.
Terrence felt a strange twitch in his massive thighs. Slowly, with the grace of a falling skyscraper, he shifted his weight. Thump. Thump. Slide. Dinosaur Dancing With Frog For 10 Hours
It began at dawn. Terrence, a multi-ton predator who usually spent his mornings lunging at triceratops, found himself mesmerized by a rhythmic ribbit coming from a mossy log. Barnaby wasn’t just croaking; he was bouncing in a perfect, syncopated 4/4 beat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting