Reunion of old friends

In one of the enclousures of Cartago the humans were eating their dinner calmly. Malcolm and his family were holed up in a corner near a large fountain. Alexander seemed to have little appreciation for raw meat, also because the dinosaurs had not provided them with the means to cut it, thus forcing the boy to tear it to pieces with fingernails or teeth. "I hate this stuff" he grumbled.

"Don't complain. Compared to the conditions in which hostages are normally held, this is a luxury” Ellie scolded him. She too was having a hard time eating meat, but she showed it much less.

Malcolm snorted. He knew that Ellie was right, and that normally people held hostage by terrorists or criminals were held in far worse conditions than theirs, with poor meals and poor sanitation and sanitation, but even he was fed up with that raw, tough meat. His teeth were starting to ache from tearing at the stringy flesh. "It may be a luxury, but I hate it too" he said. "They could at least

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