Deep inside the dark cave, T. Rex and Tarbosaurus waited and thought. The Pteranodon was still outside, screeching and circling, waiting for them to come out.
Then Tarbosaurus noticed something hanging from the ceiling. Dozens, no, hundreds, of little shapes with folded wings. “Bats!” he whispered.
The bats were fast asleep, hanging upside down. “They’re nocturnal creatures,” said Tarbosaurus softly. “That means they sleep during the day and wake up at night.” “So that’s why it’s so quiet in here,” said T. Rex.
An idea sparked in Tarbosaurus’s mind. “Cousin, I think we’ve just found our way out.”
He explained the plan. The two dinosaurs crept to the back of the cave, then, when ready, they took a deep breath and ROARED together with all their might!
The sound thundered through the cave like an earthquake. The bats woke up in shock, flapping and squeaking in a wild panic. Thousands of them rushed toward the cave mouth, filling the air like a storm of wings.
Outside, the Pteranodon let out a startled cry. Bats darted all around it, bumping into its wings and face. It couldn’t see or fly straight!
“Now’s our chance!” shouted Tarbosaurus.
The two cousins dashed out of the cave, racing across the valley floor. The sky behind them was a swirl of black wings and angry screeches. The Pteranodon flapped helplessly, trying to escape the cloud of bats.
By the time the air cleared, the two dinosaurs were already far away, running fast, back toward their own green valley.
When they finally reached home, both collapsed beside the river, breathing hard.
“That… was close,” panted T. Rex. Tarbosaurus chuckled. “See? Sometimes brains and teamwork beat wings and claws.”
T. Rex nodded with a grin. “And I’m just glad you’re on my side.”
The cousins laughed, their mighty roars echoing across the valley, as the sun set behind the mountains.
The End.
Moral: even the fiercest can win with teamwork and clever thinking.