Survogel Asks the Biosphere

NOTE: Canonically, this short story is an excerpt from an interview with a surprisingly disgruntled Tyrannosaurus whose story nobody believes. Grab a snack and enjoy.  Where am I? No clue. How’d I get here? I only have a vague idea. What are my chances of getting free? Zero. So, what do I know? I’m now in a place with alien plants, as hot as my old home, and being fed alien animals by aliens. The place I am trapped in is surrounded by alien grey structures that make lightning. There’s also some more alien grey stuff, that looks more like rocks, that surrounds the alien grey lightning structures. On the other side, beyond more lightning structures, are animals I actually know. So far, I’m the only one in here, and my prison is surrounded by an excited crowd of the aliens that abducted me. This place, though, seems a lot easier to live in than my old home. It’s lonely, but food, water, heat, and healing aliens are provided. But nah, there were healers of my own kind back ho...

INTRO: I'm Pied, a pied urvogel, or an Archaeopteryx!  I'm Mr Bloomsip, a purple sunbird who has two blue Lego bricks!  I use my other name for this title here!  We're Pied - and Bloomsip,  hosts of...  Survogel Asks the Biosphere!  CLARIFICATION NOTE:  Pied speaks like this.  Mr Bloomsip speaks this way.  Valeriya the Siberian crane's lines are in this manner.  Ryba the osprey's voice goes this way.   Reddy Sheldon honks in this font. Any combination of these, like this , represents the characters speaking together. (This is the closest I can get to emulating the different voices in a podcast in text. :P)  Zdrastvuitye, readers!  Zdrastvuitye!   Well, your pronunciation's OK.  Thanks, Valeriya! So, today's episode is about some very special things in winter: Christmas and migrations towards the equator.  Ooh! Also, my breeding season!  Of course, Mr Bloomsip! That's why you're all decked out in your "...