Illegal farm

"Can you please stay still, son of a bitch?"

In a shabby barn, a therizinosaurus, a huge herbivore with claws about half a meter long, was bound by heavy chains while three humans were trying to cut its thick feathers with rather rudimentary tools.

“Rodney, Dodge, hurry up. Miss Santos wants that animal's feathers ready for shipment within an hour" grumbled another man sitting nearby with a large rifle in his hand. “If you make me look bad, I swear I'll make you pay, or my name is no longer John Landon!"

“Easy to say, dad! This stubborn one doesn't want to cooperate!" shouted Dodge, who was trying in vain to cut at least one of the dinosaur's feathers. “Whenever I touch him, this bastard dodges! Tell me, who is the one that have that unhealthy idea of ​​burn its eyes? Now it reacts to my every touch and plucking it is practically impossible!"

The therizinosaurus' head turned ninety degrees, showing glassy, ​​lightless eyes. The din

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