[ WP ] You are the T-Rex on Jurassic park . Write about why you are angry all the time .

The sun was sinking over the treeline when the Tyrannosaur awoke. She did not have a word for hunger but she felt the emptiness in her stomach. She did not have a word for thirst, but her throat felt dry. The thirst was easily fixed. A stream ran through her territory, not far from where she'd lain down to rest. Trees shuddered as she pushed past them to the edge of the water and knelt down to quench her thirst. Procompsognathids dashed through the trees away from her, but she made no effort to chase them. They were too quick and too small to provide a solution to her hunger. 
 
 The Tyrannosaur did not have a concept of hours, but she had her own understanding of time. She knew if she was hungry in the evening, as she was now, she could go to the feeding lot by the edge of her territory and find a cow or a goat staked out for her. This was roughly a mile, away, uphill from her current location, so she began to move. 
 
 Her muscles strained as she climbed the hill. The Tyrannosaur had no word for air, and no concept even of *thin air*, but her lungs were pumping strong, her breathing slightly labored, even on this relatively easy climb. A human experiencing this might guess that they were up on a mountain, at some higher altitude than they were used to. In this case that human would be wrong. The Tyrannosaur's lungs simply craved air with more oxygen than had existed on this world in millions of years. 
 
 It was dark, and beginning to rain when she reached the edge of her territory. Her small territory. It was all the territory she had ever had, but sometimes she felt the urge to push out, to roam, to crush new earth beneath her claws. But although the Tyrannosaur had no word for *electric fence* it was a concept she was very familiar with. Her territory was set, by bounds she did n't spend much time thinking about. This closest feed lot was right by the edge, by the fence. As she approached it, she smelled something, that if she had had words, she would have immediately called'goat'. 
 
 The rain was dumping buckets as the Tyrannosaur approached, and the goat was bleating pitifully. The tyrannosaur's instincts for hunting called for her to stalk, to chase, and to kill. Then to secure her claim from any rivaling predators, and only once she felt safe, to feast. She had learned by this point to ignore most of these instincts. She had no rivals. And there was no need to stalk or chase a goat tied to a stake. 
 
 She skipped the stalking, the chasing, and combined the killing with the feasting. It took two bites. The bleating stopped after one, and her hunger was sated by two. She had no instincts that drove her towards mammals, but she had learned that goats and cows very tasty indeed. The Tyrannosaur had forgotten the very concepts of hunger or thirst. She could perhaps approach the concept called *satisfied* or maybe *sated*. 
 
 However, just outside her territory, sitting dark and unmoving were cars, and in them humans. She saw them watching her finish the remains of the goat. She had learned that humans were not a threat to her. She had learned that she could not cross the fence to reach them, and they did not come through from their side. On some level below words, the Tyrannosaur knew she should ignore the humans, and she usually did. 
 
 But she was a Tyrannosaur. Her instincts screamed that all that moved was food or threat, her bitter rival or subject to her dominion. She was n't hungry now, but these cars, these humans should still know fear. She roared. The sound rolled across the forest, and outside her territory lesser dinosaurs shrieked and ran in distant response. 
 
 
 The cars refused to move. 
 
 
 She *knew* the fence meant pain, meant the edge of the realm that was hers. She *knew* cars never showed the proper respect due to a Tyrant Lizard Queen. But although a Tyrannosaur is powerful in many respects, rational thought is not one of them. The feeling she felt, seeing the cars mocking her safe behind their fence- she had no words for that feeling, but the right one would be *anger*. The Tyrannosaur forgot her fears of pain and shock and reached forward to grab the fence, to startle the cars into at last showing some panic. 
 
 
 The shock did n't come. The fence was out. 
 
 
 The *Tyrannosaurus Rex* is not an animal that thinks on a human level. It does n't keep more than one emotion in its thoughts at a time, and it has no words for any of them. But this one, she understood on her own primal level the magnitude of the opportunity that was occurring. As she crashed through the fence, bellowing her majesty to all around, ready to stalk and chase and roam and fight, maybe even kill and feast if she felt like it, if cars or humans turned out to be fun prey, This Tyrannosaur felt *happiness*.
