With many thanks to Susan Daniels for help on the ending-- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did the theropods see it coming, that Mesozoic meteor, hell-bending to earth? Did they see it coming and stare, as powerless to stop it as we are apparently powerless to stop this planetoid that our gods have given us? Did the thieving omnivores upon all fours go scurrying for useless shelter and die with the eggs of their predators poaching on their pre-mammalian tongues? Did the pteranodons’ leathery wings burst from their airy bones, crackling like a shower of sparks after fireworks--like fading applause after the last encore? Did brontosaurs and ceratopsians bloat and rupture in that searing furnace or simply fall over into the mud, resting like the roast on the carving board? Is that how some distantly descended denizen of our dark corners will find us, with the dry grass of history burned to ash in our mouths, or will they find just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches clenched between our glassy, fossilized jaws?