Rogue's Friendly Nudge

The midday heat was bakin' the rocks, so I scrambled up a steep ridge to catch a breeze, and what do I spot dozin' on a flat ledge? A young armored triceratops, snoozin' like it owned the place. Naturally, I couldn't resist. I crept right up, planted my boot against its thick, ridged horn, and gave it a teasing little shove. 'Wake up, sleepyhead, daylight's burnin'!' It snorted a cloud of hot dust and snapped its beak, but I vaulted clean over its horned frill with my spear held high, landin' neatly on a boulder behind it. It puffed up, gave me a grumpy side-eye, and lumbered back toward the tree line. Just keepin' the locals on their toes, sugar!