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|Robbie the Raptor (youngsters:fantasy, 972 words)|
|Author: Hulsey||Added: Oct 27 2006||Views/Reads: 4827/1835||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Robbie longs to play football.|
Boom, boom, boom! The forest shuddered and the creatures that lived there knew why. They scattered in their hundreds, making way for the fearsome dinosaurs that stopped for nobody; trampling everything in their path. Proudly through the forest the gigantic creatures marched, their heads towering far above the trees. Though the Tyrannosaurus Rex was feared, numerous creatures flanked them, attempting to keep pace for they knew what day this was. Monkeys, birds, alligators and other species of dinosaurs followed excitedly, as they progressed towards the football stadium. The monkeys pointed and giggled at the puny little raptor that trailed the huge dinosaurs. Robbie the raptor puffed and panted, his high-pitched voice shouting, “wait for me.” Two of the dinosaurs looked back at Robbie and growled. “For the final time little one, go away. You're not a Tyrannosaurus Rex .” “But I am,” squeaked Robbie, who attempted to run up the tail of Brutus the king of the dinosaurs. Brutus swatted him away like a fly. The thirteen towering dinosaurs entered the stadium amid a crescendo of noise from the creatures of the forest who whistled, chattered, and howled loudly. Brutus hissed at Robbie and ordered him to sit on the substitutes bench alongside Tordo and Gorgon. A noise similar to thunder erupted as the ugly, woolly mammoths emerged from the tunnel juggling footballs between them. The animals booed the mammoths as their curly tusks punctured the footballs. Flying reptiles known as Ptesaurs hovered above the stadium, several of them soaring inches above the mammoths and teasing them with their loud squawking. The football match between the Tyrannosaurus Rex team and the mammoths was an annual event, which always ended in victory for the hairy-horned creatures. Ally the alligator who was acting as referee marched towards the centre circle and ordered the team captains to approach. Brutus called heads and Ally tossed the coin. Tusky, the mammoth captain growled loudly as Ally confirmed it was heads. “Now Brutus and Tusky,” said Ally. “Today I want a clean game. No biting your opponent or goring them with your tusks. Do I make myself clear?” Brutus nodded, baring his sharp teeth. Tusky pressed his leathery head against his opponent and grunted. The teams lined up and Robbie sat sadly on the bench, knowing that he would not be chosen to take part in the match. Brutus kicked off and Tusky immediately charged into him, his tusk winding the dinosaur. Brutus crashed to the ground and the crowd screamed angrily at the grinning Tusky. The mammoths had the ball and were closing in on their opponent's goal, knocking aside the dinosaurs with ease. Tusky passed the ball to their star player Casper, who thumped the ball with his right hoof. It went beneath the legs of the goalkeeper and the net bulged. The watching animals booed and jeered loudly as the mammoths celebrated. The injured Brutus was dragged from the pitch and Robbie sprinted up and down the touchline hoping to be picked. He protested as the dinosaur manager Baldor ignored him and sent on Tordor instead. Within seconds Tordor lay injured on the ground, and Casper scored another goal. Robbie again bounded up and down the touchline, his long tail swishing merrily. The dinosaur manager sent on Gorgon, but he was sandwiched between two mammoths before collapsing to the ground. Baldor ran towards Ally the alligator referee and complained. “Book him ref! Why didn't you book him?” Click here to read the rest of this story (54 more lines)
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