Word had spread. A herd of hadrosaurs gathered at the treeline, rhythmically swaying their long necks. Even the dragonflies seemed to hover in formation. Terrence’s tiny arms were waving in the air—a move that looked ridiculous but felt magnificent. He had discovered his true calling: interpretive dance.

The Great Salt Marsh had seen many things in its million-year history, but it had never seen anything quite like T-Rex Terrence and his tiny companion, Barnaby the Bullfrog.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in prehistoric purples and golds, the duo reached their crescendo. Barnaby let out one final, lung-busting croak, and Terrence performed a spinning pirouette that uprooted three fern trees.