There was something alluring if not bordering on stupidity as we approached Sleeping Giant Island.
As our dingy slipped across the shimmering water towards the island there was an air of excitement growing among the assembled passengers.
Only Oscar the dinghy’s navigator looked about apprehensively.
This island was only place in the world with living dinosaurs. We had been selected to conduct an audit of the island to ascertain the number of species still alive.
It soon became clear that the pterodactyls were still alive and thriving as two swooped down leaving us all covered in pterodactyl greeting.
The audit went well with Carstairs the only casualty. He had foolishly tried to count the teeth of a sleeping T-Rex only for the unfortunate creature to awaken and in a reflex action swallow the equally startled Carstairs.
We assumed, as they never bothered us again we were not palatable to them though they did growl, snarl and drop their waste on us with monotonous regularity.