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7010: Grackle

     Bolide stuck her nose into the warm museum. The bodies of hundreds of dinosaurs of every age filled the space, keeping them all warm against the cold outside. The room she was looking into was a massive hangar like space filled with planes, engines, and rockets. Many were in ruins after the years of neglect and harsh handling from the dinosaurs that now called the area home. Looking around, she was in awe at the number of booths and games set up. There were hand-painted signs above so...

The cold, humid air enveloped Grackle’s body as he crawled out from his nest under a fallen tree. The moonlight reflected off the bright white markings developing on his face, pulling his attention for a moment and startling him. The air was cool and heavy, and it crept under his feathers to make him shiver. He wasn’t used to the chill. He had grown accustomed to the muggy hot weather, the searing heat near the fires, the lava spilling into the sea and sending up scalding steam. Hi...

Grackle shuffled around in the bushes, eyes shut tight to avoid the branches currently smacking him in the face. He felt around on the ground with his chin until it hit something soft. Carefully he picked up the clump of feathers and backed up out of the brush. The branches tugged uncomfortably on his soft baby fuzz as he limped over to the small pile of leaves he had been collecting. The hot air pressed against him. He scratched his chest uncomfortably. The fires had mostly died out. ...