"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Daniel, and Billy!" spoke the monolithic spectacle of a teenager. Hillary has a relatively thin build covered by a tank top and gentle facial features, and you guess that she is a few years older than you. You don't know how she managed it, but she had just scooped up your entire family in one of the talons of her fingers without completely smashing anyone to pieces. The rest of your family waved back at her, but you are too shocked to do anything. "Oh, Daniel, you don't look so good," Hillary spoke, "I hope you haven't gone down with anything."
"Daniel's just fine, right?" asked your father.
"Yeah, I guess," you reply uneasily. Hillary still stares at you a bit concernedly, but continues stomping towards a humongous yellow painted two story house. You are amazed at the size of this house; your own house could probably slip under the front door! Not only was it huge for its size; it probably had more rooms than your house as well. The Threshers must be pretty well off for raptor anthros. As Hillary takes one step onto the porch, you realize why your family couldn't have come themselves; no human could ever make that step without a helicopter.
Hillary reached out one of her huge clawed hands out and grabbed a T-Rex shaped knocker, rapping it three times on the gigantic door. In no time at all the door swung open, revealing three more colossal raptors. The two adults were a head taller than their daughter, and Monty, who looked quite young and very jolly, was only half Hillary's height.
"Hillary, great, I see the Smiths are all here!" spoke the mother in a calm voice. "I just put breakfast on the stove, so why don't you hand me Mr. and Mrs. Smith and you kids can hang out a bit?" Hillary eagerly thrust her thumb claw next to your parents, and they held on tight to the thick talon. As quick as a wink, your parents were whisked away into Mrs. Thresher's scaly clutches. Your brother Billy looked like he was already having a swell time wedged in Hillary's claw, but you are very frightened, because you are positive than even if these raptors mean well, they couldn't possible interact with you or Billy without completely pulverising you. As Hillary stomps through the huge house, with Monty following close behind, she stops in what must be...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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