Even adults refer to prehistoric mammals as dinosaurs.

Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the porpoise, how he bounced and tumbled? They say they're half fish, half flesh. A plague on them! They ne'er come but I look to be washed.

My lords, we are vertebrate animals, we are mammalia! My learned friend's manner would be intolerable in Almighty God to a black beetle.

We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

Archie became absolutely still, afraid that the rapid beating of his heart might betray his sudden knowledge, the proof of what he'd always suspected, not only of Brother Leon but most grownups, most adults: they were vulnerable, running scared, open to invasion.

Grown people with rational minds somehow do not know what's best for them.