A Tale of Tyrannosauruses

By Carl Cupper

An intense drought drives a family of T-Rex out of their home. During their trip, they are threatened by a herd of velociraptors and a celestial body that is rapidly approaching Earth.
And an incredible homecoming sixty-five million years later.

An intense drought forces a family of Tyrannosaurs to seek new refuge north of Yellowstone. During the trip, they will witness the birth of the Rocky Mountains, volcanic eruptions, river sources, and other natural wonders. However, they must face fierce velociraptors who seek revenge after a fight.
But after an incredible cosmic event, the family will have to continue their journey north, away from the safety found in the new refuge in Yellowstone.
Will they be able to return home?
With his customary narrative style, agile and simple, the author takes us, as always, to a surprising and unexpected ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carl Cupper
• Release date: Jun 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223718123

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A Tale of Tyrannosauruses

…AND SIXTY-FIVE MILLION YEARS LATER

Carl Cupper

A Tale of Tyrannosauruses

…and sixty-five million years later.

COPYRIGHT © 2010 CARL CUPPER

all rights reserved

First edition: December 2010

Original title:

Un cuento de Tiranosaurios

…y sesenta y cinco millones de años después.

Translation by: Fabio Vargas

ISBN-13: 978-1453723012

Cover design by Carl Cupper

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To all the children and young people who have the

future of the world on their hands.

To Mother Nature, for not

having sent another great meteorite yet.

Tiranosaurio

The Cretaceous: Sixty-five million years ago

My name is... Well, that does not matter now. I will say, for the moment, that I am a paleontologist at the American Museum of Natural History in New York. A long time ago, this extraordinary place caught my attention.

After so many years of traveling through the rooms and corridors of this enormous museum, admiring and studying the great number of marvels kept within its walls, I dare to tell this story which happened in the Cretaceous period, at the end of the Mesozoic, sixty-five million years ago.

At that time, the Atlantic Ocean was forming, and an enormous expanse of water divided the American continent. To the north of this split continent is where this story takes place.

That day, a gray cloak wrapped the entire region, and the terrestrial beasts were not seeking shelter from the rain that was finally falling. Neither did the primitive birds think about covering their bodies from its attack under their feathery wings. They were settling on the big branches of the leafy foliage to get some refreshment from that cold storm.

Volcanic eruptions and earthquakes were happening most of the time. Still, on days like this, dangers multiplied because of landslides that rain caused on the slopes of the mountains. It was an uncertain and dangerous world, a raw image of the recent premiere of God's magnificent work.

Despite these problems, life was making way for itself with the persistence of a water drop that penetrated the rock.

On that day, a small Tyrannosaurus Rex was breaking, with a lot of effort, the shell of the egg that was imprisoning him as hewhoopens the great door of an antique castle.

He felt a cold avalanche of soil, which made him shake his snout. Then he continued his arduous journey towards the freedom the surface promised.

With dirt on his face, the tiny tyrannosaurus finally put the snout out in the new and unknown world. Now, he was away from the warm safety of the eggshells inside.

Even though the thunderstorm angrily whipped the place, he felt soft dew in his toothed snout because an enormous fern that acted as an old umbrella protected the nest.

He was born alone. His brothers were still within the mysterious sleep of gestation. Then, as a bold pioneer in the Wild West, he dared to take his first steps into that cosmos.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

Despite his fragility, he was born with the natural skill of walking on his rear paws. At the same time, he playfully balanced his flexible and long tail from one side to the other as a girl waved her ponytails on the vertiginous platform of an entertaining swing.

The small one ventured a few yards into the nest's surroundings, and then he felt the ground shaking. For other beings of the Cretaceous period would have been a mortal warning, but for him was a positive sign announcing the arrival of his protective mother. A female weighing four tons, twelve-feet high, and 30 feet long, Zentila had in her snout her son‘s first dinner. Full of pride for her first baby, she called him Rexy.

Zeila y Rexy

Because of some strange instinct incomprehensible to males, the mother knew that some of her pups would see the afternoon light of that day. Therefore, she had taken it upon herself to get dinner for those eagerly-expected newborn babies. However, she found only Rexy.

She offered her pup the first mouthful of his life with great gentleness and tenderness, unusual in a beast of such fierceness. She looked on with her enormous brown-colored eyes under the ongoing dripping remains of the rain.

Rexy took the morsel with his sharp canine teeth that would someday serve him for something more than holding food. He was eating with infantile voraciousness. Waving that piece of meat with his snout from one side to another, he was testing the skills that would allow him, in a short time, to turn into the biggest and most feared carnivore of the whole prehistoric plain. A distinguished member, although hated, of a dynasty that had ruled the prairie for several million years.

On the following day, his brothers were born. Four females: Zeila, Petrana, Rubiana, and Fabina, and two males: Darke and Lebres. Since the reproducing capabilities are slower in females, Nature has placed males second in its list of priorities. Such a strategy aims to guarantee the survival of the species. The number of female births, at least those of tyrannosaurs, was more significant than those of males. This birth does not happen nowadays with human beings. Women and men are born in more or less similar quantities, maybe to balance a possible conflict between genders.

Although scientists confirm that mammals invented love and family, the tyrannosaurs, like some other dinosaurs, felt love and appreciation for their own. The proof was that the father, Titanus, was absent for several weeks in search of a safer and more comfortable refuge for his family. Although he would not return for a few more weeks, one thing was sure: He would return.

From many games and the constant observation of their mother, the small ones were rapidly learning the art of the expert hunter. After a few weeks, they were big enough to plunge into the adventure of hunting small game.