“There’s a wasps’ nest over here, come on!” said the boy.

“Are you sure?” asked the first girl.

“Yeah, it’s right over here – oh. Oh no.”

“What happened?” asked the second girl.

“Something got to it.” The boy poked at the broken chunk of nest with a stick.

“Something must have broken it open to eat the wasps,” suggested the first girl.

The second girl’s eyes grew wide. “What kind of a monster eats wasps?”

“One with an armored mouth?” the boy suggested.

The first girl nodded her head in agreement. “And thick, tough skin that a stinger can’t break through.”

The boy gasped. “It’s a T-Rex!” he wailed.

That was all it took. They all ran home in a dreadful fright, certain a tyrannosaurus rex lurked somewhere close.

A raccoon, munching on wasp larva high in the tree, watched them go, wondering what all the fuss was about.