Slowly, painstakingly, the felled tree trunk began to rise higher and higher into the air. Litho grunted with the effort, the muscles in the pale shunosaurus's neck bulging and straining against the weight. A the lower end, Düster braced his forelegs against the trunk to hold it down into place. And overseeing it all...
“That's it, just keep on going. Now just a little more to the left—no no...
