Treatment Ended January 10th 2017




The lights were out, the rain stayed heavy, and the pen had been locked and electrified “for his own protection.”
Stan the Tyrannosaurus rex received special treatment from everyone for as long as he could remember. The other dinosaurs and staff on the island gave him the finest accommodations, choicest mutton, and closest attention. He’d been spoiled and groomed as Dragon Island’s key attraction, with size beyond any other dinosaur in the park and natural musculature which could make a weightlifter jealous.
But the park had opened today, and not a single person had come to admire him. There was no debut. He was alone. Until he heard a familiar voice over the intercom.
“Get up, ya big dumb chomper! Everyone’s waiting to see you.” Crash’s telltale screech could not have been more welcome. “The power’s out, but the people gotta experience the lizard king! Make this whole island your mainstage!”
Is this what he wanted? Stan knew he didn’t like being alone, and his raptor friend gave him a way out, a means to do the one thing he had been groomed for: pleasing the masses.
Stan smashed through nearby trees, making way to the recently unelectrified boundary. With a terrible roar, he tore the metal cables as though they had been made of cheap plastic. He would find the guests seeking the tyrant dinosaur. And he would make their visit worthwhile.