I started my life out as a baby giga. There were predators everywhere. I waddled my little baby feet behind a hill next to the sea. There was enough food to last me until I was a young adult. Before I knew it, I was a juvenile.
I spotted my prey. A Gallimimus drinking water. I set up an ambush and hid in a bush until the Galimimus chicken walked it’s way over. That’s when I attacked. The Galimimus stood no chance and I had food.
As days passed I moved into the forest where there was sufficient prey and water. Plus, the forest was too dense for larger predators. The density of the forest made it tough for my prey to spot me. Soon, even I was getting too big for the forest so I had to move out.
I moved into a canyon. That’s when I realized I was an adult. I was super hungry so I ran out and looked for prey which wasn’t a problem to find because I was at the top of the food chain. I had nothing to worry about.
THE SQUIDMASTER 
Excellent- I’m glad I’m not a Gallimimus
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great story Merrick!!! I never read too much about these animals that lived so long ago. Very interesting to read about their lives.
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