My Christmas Raptor

I asked for a puppy for Christmas . A fluffy little

friend just right for me . But under all the wrapping,

something big was gently flapping and chirping with a prehistoric squeal of glee

. I opened up the box and nearly fainted, two bright eyes

blinked right back at me. With scales kinda scruffy and a posture

far from fluffy, he hopped out and knocked down our Christmas tree. Now mom is

on the sofa, yelling, "Why is there a dinosaur?" And Dad is

trying bravely to keep him from the door. He's chasing all the ornaments and