Fun and Games

On Island Two in Jurassic World, Alvin led a Little Triceratops through the jungle.

This silly girl was not only bad at driving, but apparently riding was a problem too.

Since they'd arrived on the island, she'd crashed into trees three times and been smacked on the head by low-hanging branches four times.

Alvin could only trail behind helplessly, acting as his daughter's stable hand. Otherwise, the moment he let go of Ginny, she'd urge the Little Triceratops to chase after Nick and the others as fast as it could.

Being bad at riding wasn't so bad. She could just tough it out if she wasn't afraid of pain.

But even if she could stand it, had she thought about whether this poor dinosaur could?

And even if it could, could her old man?

Ginny wiped her damp hair back from her forehead and wrinkled her nose as she shooed away a few bugs circling her.

"Dad, let's hurry up! Nick and the others are way ahead..."

Ginny impatiently tugged at the reins in her hands, her little legs kicking nonstop as she shouted, "Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup!" trying to make the gentle, adorable Little Triceratops beneath her speed up...

Alvin helplessly glanced back at his daughter, then soothed the already impatient Little Triceratops with a murderous glare.

His daughter's "riding skills," hastily learned from Western movies, were really unreliable...

Listening to the laughter and chatter coming from somewhere up ahead, Alvin pulled his foot out of a suspicious pile of "soil" and grumbled, "Barry's a lousy guide. If we don't see any wild Tyrannosaurus Rexes later, I'm going to smash his nose in."

Ginny realized that her hopes of riding on her own were well and truly gone. But she was an optimistic girl, and soon forgot how sad she