I had a Spino once. His name was J.J. I loved him. But like always, good things always come to an end. We were out looking for giant turtles for their keratin when J.J. fell over the edge of a cliff. I was on my pteradon so I flew over the edge and J.J. was following me back to bace when he was killed my a therizinosaurus... I just sat there on my pteradon watching him be torn apart, unable to help... So now, my bace is called Fort J.J. in honor of him. I will always remember my most loyal friend.