"I recieved a visit this weekend from my friend Apatosaurus, who asked for some advice," said Stegosaurus.

"Stegosaurus, " said he, "I'd really like your advice. What would you think of me if I became a meat eater?"

"Are you still having a mid life crisis?" asked Stegosaurus.

"Yes," admitted Apatosaurus.

"So just changing your name from Brontosaurus to Apatosaurus wasn't enough."

"I had outgrown Brontosaurus. I don't know, you know I played a meat eater in King Kong; I got to chew on some sailors. I'm thinking its time for a change. I've eaten plants for millions of years and now..."

"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that when you say you want to be a meat eater," said Stegosaurus. "Besides you just haven't got the teeth for meat eating."

"I'm sorry, Stegosaurus," apologized Apatosaurus. "Do you think I can at least talk to your brother Allosaurus about what its like to be a meat eater?"

"You could, but I wouldn't recommend it. Given his nature he's more likely to make you lunch than give you advice."


"You have a point." conceded Apatosaurus.

"I have an idea!" said Stegosaurus. "Perhaps you should consult Thesaurus for advice."

"I've heard of him but never met him." said Apatosaurus.

" Neither have I, but his wisdom is legendary. I'm sure Thesaurus can answer your questions."

"Thanks for the advice, Stegosaurus," said Apatosaurus. "I'll go looking for him after we eat some plants together."

"I thought you were now a meat eater." observed Stegosaurus.

"There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true," rejoined Apatosaurus.