On a sunny August day Wilma Flintstone and Betty Rubble were having a picnic in a wood not far from their city. They had finally managed to take a break from a routine of washed dishes, house cleaning and listless sex with their husbands. The two of them didn't go out often. They were seen almost exclusively at Saturday evening dinners, once in the Flintstone home, once in the Rubble home. This was because Barnie was too lazy to go out of their neighborhood and Fred too mean to spend money on a restaurant. - For him there is only the damned bowling! - exclaimed, between a bite of mammoth sandwich and a sip of water, Wilma, evidently worn out by the long marriage. Betty's wedding was no better, quite the opposite. - You really want me to tell you? - she asked her friend, - Barnie is stupid. Incredibly stupid. - Wilma certainly could not say "and you realize it only now?", But the expression on his face made him understand. - To make you understand ... - Betty continued - she stopped eating vegetables because she believes they make horns grow on her ass -. They both laughed.
In reality, this apparent complicity hid a friendship with some shadow. What connected the two was a feeling of love-hate. They loved each other, this is undoubted, but a creeping mutual envy meandered within their relationship. Betty envied Wilma for Fred's salary, who was also Barnie's boss; Wilma envied Betty the age and above all the beauty, her bright raven hair always perfectly in order (nothing to do with her matted hair that only a maniacal care gave them an impeccable appearance), her smooth skin, her perfect perfect. Every time she met her, she couldn't help studying her friend's body in every corner, vainly hopeful of finding any defects or signs of aging.
- Did you get a pedicure? Flintstone asked after fixing her friend's ends for about two minutes. - Yup! - Betty answered energetically massaging her toes - do you notice? I went to Claire on Tuesday. Among other things, it was precisely with her that we reflected on us poor women: forced to walk constantly barefoot on disaster ground, in the company of men who, however, demand that our feet are always perfect -.
- Ah don't tell me, Fred is fixated on mine - Wilma said - At least once a week he wants ... what is that face? -
"I heard a strange noise," said Betty worriedly. He looked around for a threat. - Noise? I haven't heard anything -
- It looked like the sound of a dinosaur ...- said Betty nervously scratching her thigh left uncovered by the skimpy blue dress she was wearing. Wilma burst into laughter.
- Dinosaurs? Here? They haven't seen them in at least three hundred years! -
- I know it well, but my father was a zoologist. When I was a little girl I often accompanied him on his research trips, so I know well what verses dinosaurs do - explained Betty - and yet ... -
Wilma remained more than skeptical, but suddenly they felt something move in the bushes to their left. The two women were alarmed only for a moment, because immediately afterwards they saw a couple of cute rabbits appear running from there. Once relaxed Wilma burst into laughter even louder than the previous one. This time Betty joined.
There was very little food left on the sheet: half a slice of bread, a few remnants of spinosaurus pate and a couple of bananas. Wilma pulled out of her bison leather bag a strange musical instrument similar to the ukulele but much more rudimentary.
- Do you remember this? - said and began to play a cheerful stornello famous at the time of their childhood. "Chase me like a saber-toothed tiger ..." "... but don't eat me, pamper me ..." Betty continued to sing. They were making a lot of noise, so much so that they had not noticed some thuds that made the surrounding environment vibrate.
They weren't even halfway through the song that a sudden and unexpected shadow had covered them. Those rabbits were running away from something and that something was over their heads: a huge snorkasaurus was peering at them with worrying and curious interest. It was its own the verses Betty had heard, just as the thuds they hadn't noticed were the sound of its footsteps. A mammoth beast of an intense purple color was therefore a few meters away from the two women. It was impossible to escape. Wilma looked at it petrified, Betty trembled and a small tear of fear peeked into her right eye. With a movement of astounding agility, given its size, the dinosaur grabbed them both. The end seemed imminent.
At the same time, joy was blowing in the Flintstones house. "Sbam!" Fred slammed the beer mug after emptying it for the umpteenth time. - We should let those two go out together more often - the man yelled - look how we are having fun. Two friends, no wives, the empty house and some beer -
- A lot of beer - said Barney. Fred laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke of his life.
- Speaking of Betty and Wilma ... - the little blond man continued - they said they would be out just enough time to eat, but a little more and it's dark! -
- Don't worry Barnie, they'll be fine! - exclaimed Fred - They will be having fun like us, finally they can gossip in peace -.
- You're right - replied the friend. In the meantime, Barnie's face had turned red and had become embarrassed. - Fred, since only these bottles of beer listen to us and we are drunk I want to confess my greatest erotic dream -.
- I hope it's not me! Hahahaha! he chuckled amused at his "incredible" humor Fred - listen, I'm all ears -
- Well ... the dream is Betty and Wilma ... who ... they do ... - Barnie said in a low voice, afraid of his friend's reaction. Fred looked at him seriously for a moment and then let out an animalistic scream - Aaah! And do you think it's not mine too? It would be enough for me to look, I am one who is satisfied with me -.
Fred and Barnie's erotic dream seemed one step away from becoming unfulfillable. Their wives in fact seemed about to be torn apart by a huge dinosaur. It held them tight. Wilma in the right leg and Betty in the left one.
- Help! -
- Please someone help us! - screamed the two women.
Unfortunately there was no living soul capable of hearing them within two kilometers. They were terrified and incredulous. Were they really going to die in that horrible way? In the meantime, the grip became more and more tight and painful. Wilma saw Betty grinding her teeth suffering. A few moments later she was forced to do the same. The squeeze had turned into a real crushing and the grief was now unbearable. A flock of birds flew up frightened by the two women's screams of pain. These felt that their bones were about to shatter.
Desirous of ending that torture, they did not understand why the dinosaur hesitated to swallow them and instead perpetrated that sadistic torture. Resigned to death, she painstakingly opened her eyes to see the sky one last time. Casually he looked at her executioner when she noticed and recognized the medallion around its neck.
Surprised and incredulous, with the few remaining forces she cried - Dino, let us go! - The deadly grip immediately loosened and the animal gently placed Wilma and Betty on the ground. Wilma then whispered - Thanks Dino, I'm glad I saw you again, now please go -. And he passed out.
He woke up about two hours later, when evening had already fallen. With a few slaps on the cheeks she revived Betty, still unconscious. - Oh my god, are we still alive? said Betty, how is that possible? -
- It was Dino -Wilma replied laconically. The woman then took a breath and told everything. Betty already knew the background. Dino was the Flintstones' beloved domestic dinosaur cub. It was in fact legal and widespread to own young dinosaurs. A public safety law from Bedrock, however, provided that once they reached adulthood they had to be shot down. Horrified at the idea, Fred and Wilma then released Dino suggesting that it had run away. Obviously few believed it, but Fred's popularity in the city and a few bribes to the judges made the Flinstones win the case.
- I think it stumbled upon us by chance and then it recognized my smell - Wilma explained - It was a demonstration of affection, unaware of the imbalance of strength between us and him. It is now unaccustomed to interpreting human reactions. It confused our cries with a playful manifestation. But fortunately in the end it listened to me -.
The two women walked the journey home in silence, thoughtful. That had been a traumatizing and terrible yet important and revelatory experience. They arrived that it was late at night. Fred and Barnie were sleeping, stretched out by alcohol. Wilma took the opportunity to collect her things, pack everything and leave that house forever. - Let's go to you, take some rest and leave towards dawn. Okay, Betty? -
- Okay, Wilma -.
- Okay, Wilma -.
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