Jones sighed contentedly. When they had accidentally been locked into the eco-dome with no supplies, that was bad. That the door couldn’t be opened for two weeks, was worse. The dome being full of predatory dinosaurs was a catastrophe.
Yet they had survived, and in minutes the door would open. “I’m glad we didn’t starve,” said Jones. “Also glad you’re a highly-trained field operative. Otherwise, we’d be dino food.”
Agent Haversham shrugged and chewed contentedly, “Told you we’d make it.”
“Well, I think survival tastes sweet. What about you?”
Haversham paused to consider his roasted Velociraptor bone. “Tastes like chicken.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/01/15/17-january-2020/
It is well established now that the dinosaurs weren’t entirely killed off. Their modern forebears live among us, we just call them birds. So from that, can we guess at what dinosaurs taste like? Have a look at this:
Velociraptor (fast, predatory dinosaur)