I may pass the magical quintuple digit barrier tonight. Meaning that I'll only be 15,ooo words off target. I'm transcribing the myth of the extinction of the dinosaurs related to me by Quinton Fitzgerald Olberstaff, an obscure member of the British Royal Society. He did his best work during the 19th century. He's really old. I'm not sure if I'll mention him too much in the story proper, but apparently he was the missing link in a previous life, during which time he engineered the extinction of the dinosaurs unleashing the most voracious genocidal midget t-rex that ever lived on the super-continent of Pangaea. Mr. Olberstaff continually assures me that I'm not making this up.