Next Year In Jerusalem

First, from the movies: an essence frozen in amber, dinosaur blood in the stomach of an undead mosquito. It is unearthed in Ecuador, but almost immediately is smugggled out of that country under cover of darkness, and thence swiftly removed to the secret laboratory beneath the volcano.

Twelve months pass and then - one fine sabbath morning - the fleet of black helicopters appears over the Tel Meggido horizon. Touching down next to the Secuity Fence, they let loose their unspeakable collective cargo: the Reptile.

Seventy stories tall, horned, and yet strangely endearing, with a roar it snorts a blue plume of fire into the air, and then sets to work...



Forty-eight hours later, and Jersualem lies in smouldering ruins; the IDF utterly destroyed, from having thrown itself against the might of the creature in vain; the Knesset crushed beneath the weight of an enormous foot. Olmert is dead, Sharon still undead, and Yoni Netanyahu somehow strangely alive. He goes to a bar, and orders a drink. “Better make it a double, Lloyd.”

Meanwhile, from a Tel Aviv beach, the Reptile launches itself out into the Mediterranean and into the sunset, to return in the future if needed...