Brian the dinosaur was hanging around one day happily munching some Jurassic plants when he spotted his friend Charlotte.

He wandered over to where Charlotte was sitting and was shocked at what he saw.

"Charlotte!" he said, "what is that you're holding?"

Charlotte looked up from what she was doing and smiled. "It's a pen," she said.

"A what?" asked Brian, for he had never heard of such a thing.

"A pen," repeated Charlotte. "A quill pen, made from a large feather from one of my feathery dinosaur friends."

"What is it for?" asked Brian.

"It can be used for making marks on a piece of paper," said Charlotte.

Paper, of course was something else that Brian hadn't heard of, so she had to explain that as well.

She then went on to explain what she was doing with marks she was putting on the paper: "I'm writing a story. A novel, in fact. A romance novel," she announced proudly.

"A romance novel?"

Charlotte tried to explain more, but Brian just couldn't understand.

"Why on earth would  you want to do that?" asked Brian, "you're a dinosaur!"

"Ah yes," said Charlotte, "but I'm not just any dinosaur..."

"I'm a Brontësaurus."