Brontosauri

The tribulations of a celluloid cutie are minor items when two brontosauri begin to muss up a whole forest in mortal combat.

The problem now is not “Why have we found no small brontosauri?” but “What happened to the big ones?”[…]

I, for example, don't miss the brontosaurus very much and get along very well in a world that doesn't have brontosauri, since I've never known one.

But a little post mortem first may provide information useful to other people who keep brontosauri or other large beasts and who are solicitous or apprehensive about their health.

Other museums throughout the country have also noted the strange heads on their brontosauri and have made the change accordingly.

Brontosauri are inconceivable apart from chipmunks, if necessary features follow from every adequate concept.

[…], then galloped around the corner and down the stairs like a herd of brontosauri.