The Sheriff's headlights come to rest on a pair of warning lights.
'What's the holdup?' he says to the man stood on the side of the road.
A twinge of nerves. A dark night. Cars gridlocked down a narrow country road. Anything could be up.
'Triceratops in the road,' says the man.
'What?' he leans out the door.
The man points. 'Triceratops in the road.'
He looks. Sure enough, haloed in headlights. A triceratops in the road.
The Sheriff sighs. He calls up dispatch. 'Get me a bushel of hay on the i9.'
Paddy Dobson
4th December 2021