(Again, this is my flatmate’s fault. All. Hers.)
The worst thing about having been transformed into a T-Rex, Chess reflected, was not being able to make tea. If she twisted her reptilian body just so, she could just about manage to flip the switch on the kettle, but adding fresh water, picking up the kettle, fetching a mug: impossible.
The worst thing about having been turned into a small sauropod, Pudu reflected, was the inability to get into pyjamas. She missed pyjamas. That and getting into her flat. And not having her flatmate attempt to eat her. She remembered that that was quite pleasant. And normal. She missed normal.
All in all, this dinosaur lark was a bore.