Part 8: Rudness of fire

MJ held the fiery blaze in her eye line for a moment longer before it merely popped out of existence. She rubbed her eyes and expected the large dinosaur in a top hat and fake moustache to disappear too.

He did not

“...what... the?” She shivered noting her lack of coat and fire.

“I enquired if you are in fact high?” He repeated the question and waited on her reply.

“Oh...” she nodded with eyes as big as saucers.

“Well that does explain your rather odd and flamboyant actions.” His tiny T-Rex arms flapped helplessly.

“Bugger my blasted arms.” He looked at MJ who although terrified had not moved. “I’m sorry to ask this, but could you help? You see my chin is itchy and because of my lack of length in my arms I cannot scratch. It really does fudge me up some when any part of my anatomy is uncomfortable.”  The tiny arms wriggled to emphasize his lack of reach. Her face was clouded with suspicion at his request.

“Oh, you needn’t worry my dear, I have no intention of eating you. I only eat Postmen.” She noted his surety at this comment and carefully walked forward.

“Where exactly are you itchy?”

“Left side, right at the back.” She found herself where jaw met neck and lifted up her shaky hand to scratch the irritated section of skin. At first she scratched softly but realised his thick skin would prevent it from working, so she leaned into it. His tail wagged in glee at this most awesome scratch. Sighing loudly, and then grunting he smiled.

“Ahh... thank you so very much... MJ was it?”

“Yes.” She sat back down on the cold ground.

“I hope I haven’t prevented you from going anywhere?”

“I think I was going somewhere but I don’t remember.” She thumbed her forehead in thought.

“Pity.” He gazed sadly at her loss of memory.

“What is your name Mr T-Rex?” She thought she had been rude in not asking sooner and hoped he wouldn’t take offence.

“Well I don’t really have a proper name, but the lion that dropped me off referred to me as Dino. So I stuck with it.” He smiled at his introduction, it seemed almost natural, and scared MJ.

“I’m sorry if this seems rude Mr Dino, but are you a figment of my imagination?”

Dinos’ lack of eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well, you might be completely fudged in the skull and not everything you are viewing is as it appears but I for one am not part of this hallucination.”

“That’s good, I guess.” She nodded.

“I am sorry if I am scarring you, but you do seem calmer than most I have approached. I believe the mind altering substances may relax an individual enough not to be completely shocked at my appearance. Generally they think they’ve gone mental and throw things at me. Very rude.”