One time I spent a weekend at my grandparents' place.
And it was on Saturday afternoon that my brother, Grammie, Grandfar, and I were enjoying ourselves some quality time together in the den.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a bump that began to gradually increase in the form of a subtle thump beneath the foundation of our feet. As the thump came closer my brother, Graham, peeked between the blinds and saw a black Chrysler town car rolling slow and laying low over the road in a tight rejuvenated suit and some new chrome sporked shoes.
That's when Grandfar, who had his headphones on playing "The History of the British Empire" book on tape, turned his head, feeling the vibration from the street--not because he heard it--and then Grammie noticed this so she said, "My goodness! Is that a DINOSAUR out there?! That racket manages to grab even your grandfather's attention."
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