It was love at first… something.

There was movement in the water, yes, and the Pteranadon thought it might be food. Or danger. Or food and danger. Or something mysterious, yes, that may as well have been danger.

It was huge, yes, and that was only a small part of it. Flickering beneath the water, yes, he watched it move as he swooped low. He wasn’t sure just what it was, yes, except that it was alluring.

It disappeared one day, yes, and faded from memory. But it was a passing recollection from then on, of these marvelous dancing spheres.