Notes: Forprimeval100: challenge 281: This means war.
Rex watched as Sid nudged the table leg with his nose, he and Nancy taking it in turns. The table wobbled, the bowl now right on the very edge until one last nudge made it topple over the edge. It hit the floor with a crash, pieces of lettuce, tomato, apple and grape scattering everywhere and the two diictodons promptly devouring every last morsel.
That was his; Abby had left it there for him, not those two overgrown rats. Stealing all of the human’s attention he could tolerate, but his dinner? This time they’d gone too far.
This meant war.