RAWR while intoxicated

It was a corrosive acid. The acid was docile, passive, not at all aggressive. It sat, it slept, it played bingo on Sunday afternoons with gray haired grandmothers. In the end, the dinosaur was the one to cause the problems. Being a dinosaur sucked, he was big, green, bumpy, he weighed multiple tons, and god fearing Christians didn't even believe in him. He just wanted some smooth acid to take the edge off. Battery acid, to be specific. It was the perfect crime, a dinosaur using a substance not invented until almost 200 million years after his time. No one would except it because no one was alive yet.

He looked at the acid at first, just simple observing from his green forest-ey home in the late Triassic period. He then lusted over the acid, the car battery holding some sort of seductive air in his eyes. To the dinosaur, it's lure was everything. It was on his mind constantly, exploding out of every neuron in his peanut sized brain. In reality it was nothing. An inanimate chemical no more interesting than last Tuesday's vegetable soup. It alone was incapable of creating problems. As before stated, the root of the problem was nobody's friend, the dinosaur.

One day, he caved. He took the car battery, took a rock, combined the two with great force, and proceeded to drench himself with the acid that leaked from within. He poured it into his eyes and drank in thirsty, tortured gulps. Needless to say, he also died an exceptionally painful, pointless death.

But the important part of the story, the moral, if you will, is that not a single person cared about the dinosaur, or his gory fate. Because the dinosaur lived in the late Triassic period, and homosapiens would not evolve for another 195 million years, at which point the dinosaur would be reduced to nothing but a pile of bones, and the soon to be Christians would already be preparing to deny the dinosaur's existence.