Staring, I finally managed to get my tongue unhooked.
“Where’d you come from?” I bit off, letting my face go dark. For he didn’t belong in our dinosaur game. And I wanted him to know it.
Instead of answering, he inquired pleasantly:
“Was that a cow that chased you up the tree?”
“Huh!” I grunted, letting myself go stiff. “Do you suppose we’d run from a cow?”
“It made a noise like a cow,” he grinned, “when you shot it with your toy bow and arrow.”
“It’s a dinosaur,” I scowled.
His grin spread wider.
“And it was a dodo bird,” he said, “that picked me up by the seat of the pants and dropped me in the top of this tree.”
Well, that kind of took my breath. And I glared at him for a moment or two. Then his steady, friendly grin put me to laughing.