Twirly tots full of taters and dogshit

The stink of great beasts had been as oppressive as the heat itself, and the accompanying humidity served to magnify the impact of both on all concerned. Dehydration headaches were in direct competition with vomiting fits for the Symptom of the Day, both brought on by the lurking monsters, who were at times the community's worst enemy, and at others the source of their greatest wealth. Whether in pursuit or seeking shelter, there could be no escape from the clinging stench they carried, which dispelled any pretense of making a stealthy approach just as effectively as their size. When at long last the snows came and brought down their reign, the smaller creatures of the world discovered that flowers were not only beautiful to look at, but also offered a pleasant scent that would no longer be sublimated to the heretofore dominant odors, which soon melted away with the ice. This discovery rivals the dawn of fire-making and the application of wheel as a pivotal step toward a human society worth living in. So you should be glad that there aren't dinosaurs anymore, because they were huge and fucking stank worse than the birdhouse at the zoo. Think about it.