The following Hypersensitivosaurus story is my entry to 
What is something you love about the country you grew up in?
Although I live in Portugal since 2018, I was born and raised in cheese city Gouda and spent most of my life in The Netherlands.
Hypersensitivosaurus woke up at the crack of dawn. He might have been a dinosaur, an animal living in nature, but he didn't remember the last time that he literally woke up at sunrise. Let alone the last time he woke up that early and managed to get out of bed, instead of falling asleep again and waking up more tired an hour or two later.
He took a handful of deep, conscious breaths, stretched a bit and made his way to the place where he stored his fresh food.
*@!!...
he swallowed his curse half-way through, trying to calm himself down by some more conscious breathing and counting backwards from 10 to 0.
It looked like the oviraptors had been at it again.
Those egg thieves had recently developed a taste for a more varied diet and this time they had robbed him from his precious Dutch cheese. Even worse, they hadn't left a single crumb of the old Gouda that he had been looking forward to for ages. It had been a precious gift from his mom, the best cheese in the world.
He couldn't take it any longer and let out a roar of frustration that startled the birds and other small animals in the vicinity of his cave and it probably woke up a lot of other creatures at a distance. He didn't care. ZENsitive or not, this was too much for him!
He hoped that his roaring would scare the oviraptors too, but deep inside he knew that they were very much aware of the fact that he had stopped eating meat a while ago,that he wouldn't hurt them. That was exactly the reason why they dared to enter his territory and steal his precious food.
If these annoying little raiders - who were clearly too lazy to get their food the honest way - would have known how much he loved cheese, they might at least have left a chunk for him. But no, they didn't have any manners at all, 'sympathy' and empathy weren't in their dictionary. In fact, he was pretty sure they couldn't read at all.
Eggheads!
Worst of all, the cheese had been his only food and his empty stomach made him aware of the cold. Reptiles weren't warm blooded creatures and on frisky mornings like these, he was very much aware of that.
He grabbed a warm jacket - one of the few belongings that his dad had left behind, after he had disappeared from their cavehold around the time Hypersensitivosaurus was turning into an adult raptor - and walked out of the cave to think about a way to get some food in his stomach.
On days like these, he wished he had someone around who cooked for him. Living alone wasn't always an advantage, even if you could do whatever you wanted the way you wanted to do it, most of the time.
Part of him wished that his friend MM Wolf was with him, right now. Even though the latter beat him in chess more often than he liked to admit, at least the latter knew how to appreciate food. He might wolf it all down in seconds, that wasn't the same as stealing his food while he was sound asleep.
All these thoughts about food made him even more hungry and the rising hanger started to slowly turn him into a warmblooded animal. He took off his jacket and set out to find himself some much needed provisions. The next step would be to find a way to make it impossible for the oviraptors to even steal a single crumb of it.
THE END
or not?
P.S. For those who missed it, at the end of this story I refer to Mild Mannered Wolf and in particular this story from a month ago Crêpe-y Breakfast