The Time Capsule

“Thank you all for gathering today,” said Bronson, the poor but wizened Brontosaurus. “I think it’s very important that we put together this time capsule so that future scientists can see what our lives were like.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Trixie the Triceratops piped up, “but what do we put inside of it?”

“Whatever each of us can spare.”

David the Punosaurus pulled out a beautiful polished stone comb. “I’ll put this in. It’s a family hair-loom!”

All the dinosaurs groaned, creating a deafening roar that set off an avalanche several miles away. Bronson looked at the brush. “That’s nice of you David, but I think your comb may be a bit primitive. I was thinking something more like Dippy’s flying car.”

The Lady Diplodocus shied away. “But, er, it’s my only one.”

“Fine. What about Bobby’s invisibility helmet?”

Bobby the Babalyosaurus, a theropod with three eyes, shook his head. “No way, Jose.”

“All right. I suppose the only thing we really need for future scientists to see what we were like is Dirk’s time machine.”

All the dinosaurs turned to look at Dirk. His eyes widened with fear. “I can’t give up my time machine. I’ve been having an affair with an Archaeopteryx from the Jurassic period. I have to make it back to her before she goes extinct.”

Bronson stomped. “So what do we have then? Just David’s comb?”

“Nuh-uh,” David taunted. “You’re not getting my comb after what you said.”

“RrrrooOooAAaaaar!” Bronson bellowed to the Heavens. “No one but me is willing to do his part for this time capsule. And I have nothing!”

Bronson looked at the other dinos. They shifted uncomfortably.

“Fine,” Bronson shot his so-called friends a long-suffering look. “If no one else is willing to represent our society, I’ll just have to stick my foot in this mud and wait for it to harden!”