The eratic thunder of her chaotic child footsteps creates a constant crescendo, one which has your eardrums feeling like over beaten cymbols. When she occasionally stops (for no reason you can discern from within your prison) you thankfully uncover your ears. Then before your head can stop throbbing she's pounding off again. 'God damn it Billy Jo,' you think picking a name for your monstrous captor, 'can't you sit still for more than ten seconds?'
She can not. In fact, the pattern continues in a sadistically unpredictable manner until finally after another unheralded but blessed stop you hear from outside the sounds of a scuffle. Far below, something is snarling. You bet that if it sounds like a viper from 30 feet up astride this girl's hip, it very well might be another of those dinosaurs. Still by the sounds of pained squealing that follows, you feel safe to bet the monster's met its match in the 'little' girl. "Nice job, Billy Jo!" you call clapping.
Your pouch prison shifts as the girl bends over and you slide over an uneven course of bones. Due to the deathly silence, you presume shes retrieving her kill. A moment later the sky fills with the desert sun. Then all is blotted out by an irregular shadow. The loud thwump and ensuing organic clatter announces the arrival of a new trophy to your hall of bones. Before she can close the pouch you take advantage of the remaining light to see what it is the Amazon killed...
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