But not far enough beyond the warm, wet storm of pink wading birds. He must not know he was prey, bunched together in a tight mass of bloated and drowsy safety. And two scavenging dinosaurs darted in to seize a share of the feast.
Milo and I spent the evening doing some collage, and this was the result – a gruesome re-contextualization of an old book about the Tyrannosaurus.