Fear the Fluffasaurus

Halloween. The night the humans dress weird and hand out snacks. Momma said I was going as a dinosaur this year. I imagined fierce. Terrifying. Jurassic-level intimidation. Instead, I got... a green onesie with tiny arms and soft felt spikes. I looked like a chew toy with an identity crisis. But you know what? I rocked it. I strutted down the sidewalk like a prehistoric prince. Kids squealed. Neighbors waved. One guy dropped his candy bowl when I let out a mighty “RAWRF!”. I didn’t score any chocolate (apparently that’s a no-no), but I did get three dog biscuits, a head pat from a firefighter, and the title of “Cutest Little Lizard” from a passing toddler. 10/10, would dino again. Just maybe next year, something with a little more... bite.