In a world of giant trees, roaring waterfalls, and dinosaur-sized daisies, lived a T-Rex named [Tundra](NX5C6TW4). He wasn’t your average dinosaur. Sure, he was big. Sure, he had tiny arms. But mostly… He loved sandwiches.

“This isn’t just any sandwich,” [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) said, humming to himself. “It’s the Gigantic Dino Delight!” It had dino-sized lettuce, tomatoes as big as dinner plates, and a pickle so large it needed its own napkin.

[Tundra](NX5C6TW4) set his sandwich down on a boulder and tried to lift it with his tiny arms. It wobbled. It wiggled. PLUNK! It fell back down. “Ugh, arms… why are you so small?” he muttered.

Rustle rustle. [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) turned just in time to see a flash of green and claws. “HEY! That’s MY sandwich!” he roared.

But the sneaky Velociraptor was gone. Sandwich and all. [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) stomped. The ground shook. Birds flew from the trees. “I knew I should’ve sat on it first,” he grumbled.

Meet [Val](37P3TGRR). Fast. Clever. Sneaky. [Val](37P3TGRR) didn’t have a sandwich. Or a friend. But she did have a plan.

[Tundra](NX5C6TW4) stomped through the forest. “Why does this always happen to me?” He tried to squeeze through trees—snap! Too tight. He tried to hop over a river—splash! Too wide.

A helpful triceratops gave him a boost across the water. “Thanks,” [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) said. “Don’t mention it! No one messes with a dino’s lunch!” said the triceratops.

A wise stegosaurus pointed toward the cliffs. “I saw a blur of green and a very large pickle heading that way,” she said. [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) snorted. “Figures.”

At the top of the cliff sat [Val](37P3TGRR). Sandwich untouched. [Tundra](NX5C6TW4) growled. “You’ve got two seconds to explain before I sit on you.”

[Val](37P3TGRR) shrank back. “I—I didn’t take it just to be mean. I just… ” He looked down. “ I thought if I took your sandwich… maybe you’d talk to me.”

[Tundra](NX5C6TW4) blinked. “You wanted to be friends? So you STOLE my sandwich?” [Val](37P3TGRR) nodded slowly.