The letter is scratched into the surface of several huge green leaves, apparently with a sharp instrument, and then red mud rubbed into the resulting grooves. The leaves are slightly scorched around the edges. The message smells of growth, earth, decay and burning.
Can you guys help a lonely dinosaur in the swamps of love?
I've got my chocolates, I've got my Elvis wig, I've got my guitar and a whole lot of romantic music, but what I don't have is any eager female dinosaurs. Or any disinterested ones. Or even any downright hostile ones for that matter.
Now, we're a long-lived species, and if we're getting kind of sparse on the ground of late, I might not have noticed. And mating season only comes every ten years. But it's mating season now (I can tell by the smell of the flowers, by the color of the mud, by the position of the moons in the sky; not to mention I've got it marked in my calendar), and I'm the only one here -- there aren't even any other guys! This is strange, in a very, very bad way.
I figure the others must have gotten lost or something. Or maybe they moved to someplace more exciting. In any case, I got to find them -- could you guys send some pilgrims to help? Thanks! I'll throw this message into to volcano for you guys.