It appears that the human female has brought home a present from her most recent shopping trip. What do you have there, Sigyn?
An egg! Fandral’s Mustache, there could be anything in there! Last time we cracked open a big egg, we ended up with a bug-eyed avian interloper. I can almost make out what’s inside. By all means, let us open it!
I was not expecting this! The egg is full of rubbery little dinosaurs!
Sigyn is content enough to play with the orangey-red one. There are no green ones. I shall have to content myself with blue.
“Once upon a time there were three… dinos. Papa Dino, Mama Dino, and Wee Tiny Baby Dino.”
Sigyn is very cute, but dinosaurs are fierce creatures, not made for playing house.
“This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it…. this land.” “I think we should call it…your GRAVE!”
“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”