First Stomp

Stiff limbs. A sudden heat through the tail. My claws dig down. I thrust my snout forward and snap—hard. Air rushes in. Ahead sits a rigid brown structure with fake leaves. No detours. I take one heavy, shuddering step and ram my forehead straight against the plastic trunk. It shudders. A dull rumble vibrates up through my skull. Real. I can move.@ carnotaurus