Have you ever had that moment where
your whole way of thinking was completely proved wrong? And it’s like your previous ideas died
because you go through the stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining,
depression, and acceptance. That was me, right now. I may only have the brain size of a walnut,
but considering my whole body is only the size of maybe a grapefruit, that’s
not too shabby! And my not too shabby
brain was running five hundred miles a minute trying to put all the pieces
together. I consider myself pretty
smart. At this moment however, staring
at the giant (or I guess, normal sized) bone structure of my ancestor, I have
never felt so stupid.
I missed the lab. I know, that’s crazy talk. I missed the never-ending tests and
experiments and being locked in a cage my whole life? Definitely not! But, I did miss how simple it all was, how
naive I was. The real world is scary,
filled with no air conditioning, monsters, and truth. I knew I was abnormal. I could tell by the way the scientist in the
lab looked at me, but their strange language was nothing but jumbled,
incoherent cacophony, so I had no idea what made me so abnormal, until
now. Tyrannosaurus
Rex (T-Rex) once roamed our Earth. Known
sometimes as the “King of the Dinosaurs”.
They averaged 40 feet long and about 15 to 20 feet tall. Like I said earlier, not an amazingly
large brain, but I knew enough, and I knew I was a lot less than 20 feet tall.
I continued reading about dinosaurs
on the plaque at the museum that seemed to be closed during dark hours because
there were no humans in sight. Mass extinction whipped out the entire
population of T-Rex. Not true. I’m here.
But how, and why am I here? More
importantly, that means there is no one else out there like me.
That can’t be true. It must be wrong. I have a family. I know I do!
I don’t remember what they look like, what they sounded like, what they
smelled like, but I know they are real!
They have to exist. Right?
Now I really wanted to go back to
the lab. I set out determined there
would be more, that I would find my kind, but it was all waste. I didn’t care about the tests anymore, at
least it gave me something to do, something to think about, because I sure was
through thinking about this. It made my
walnut-sized brain feel like it was going to explode.
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| Tiny T-Rex by Cameron Clow |
I walked out of the museum and the
moon was fading, meaning the sun on the opposite side of the building was
starting to shine. I had to decide. I could stay right on the steps and in a few minutes
a human would find me and take me back to the cold metallic labs, or I could
make a break for the forest of trees in my sight. My size would allow me to go unseen. I looked up at the moon and then back at the museum
where I could see my ancestor’s bones arranged perfectly in the same shape as
my body. When I turned around is when I
saw him, a man walking up the stairs. I
made a break for the woods.
