Fred ... err, "smells a rat".

Fred suddenly gets a strange expression on his face, and starts sniffing the print again.

"You like that smell?" you say.

"T-Rex are lizards," Fred says absently. "Well, something between a crocodile and a bird, but basically reptilian, warm-blooded or no. And neither reptiles nor birds sweat. So why foot odor?"

"You think it stepped in something?" you say.

"Yes, it did." Fred looks up from the print. In a somewhat-surprised tone, he continues, "I think it was a latrine. Toilet pit."

"Oh, ew!" you say, backing up and wrinkling your nose again. "I'm not going anywhere near that thing now!"

Fred stares at you with an annoyed expression.

"...dinosaurs don't build latrines," you say.

"Exactly. Humans."

"I don't suppose my neighbor went that way...?"

"No, she didn't," Fred says. "She went that way..." - Fred jerks his head back - "...while the T-rex probably came from over there." - he points left.

"So," he continues, "which way?"

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