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Inigo did not think he liked the dinosaurs any longer, though it had to be said that Inigo did not think he liked the dinosaurs in the first place, not even the little ones. Particularly not when the little ones swarmed the edges of the compound and Inigo was forced to stab them with his sword to keep them from getting inside. Inigo had not minded doing this, for it was a noble thing to keep the children safe, but there was no satisfaction in stabbing small things.
And while Inigo had been stabbing small dinosaurs, somewhere else on the island a large dinosaur had swished its tail and destroyed Inigo's home. This home might have been only a little lean-to against a thick, strong tree (which had survived the dinosaur's tail with only a gash in its side) but it was still his home and it left him without a place to be. Perhaps this made it a good time to move his home closer to the compound again, for although he had liked living to the north, it was sometimes a lonely place.
Inigo stood in front of the compound, where not so long ago there had been fires burning and people walking patrols, and held his sword aloft, looking for a kind of a divine inspiration to tell him in what direction to make his new home.
And while Inigo had been stabbing small dinosaurs, somewhere else on the island a large dinosaur had swished its tail and destroyed Inigo's home. This home might have been only a little lean-to against a thick, strong tree (which had survived the dinosaur's tail with only a gash in its side) but it was still his home and it left him without a place to be. Perhaps this made it a good time to move his home closer to the compound again, for although he had liked living to the north, it was sometimes a lonely place.
Inigo stood in front of the compound, where not so long ago there had been fires burning and people walking patrols, and held his sword aloft, looking for a kind of a divine inspiration to tell him in what direction to make his new home.