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Dinosaurs In My Bed - Bedtime

Andrew lay shivering in his bed. The sky was alive with booming sounds and brilliant flashes just outside his window.

Fifteen minutes ago he asked, “Mom, will the storm last long?”

“Please, don’t worry,“ she said. “The weatherman promised it would pass over Truro quickly. Now get some sleep.”

Except it didn’t; and he couldn’t.

Andrew listened to his alarm clock. “Tick…Tick…Tock.” The night seemed to go on forever. Seconds turned into minutes.

Then into what seemed like hours.

Above the house, loud lightning crashes made him duck further under the blankets. Outside thunder even rattled his window.

Should he go into his parent’s room? But then he was a big boy now. And he had to be brave. Dad even helped him prepare for this bad weather.

Just in case it lasted all night.

Now his backpack was hidden under the blankets. It was filled with favorite toys, games and comic books. Even “Panda” bear he had since the age of two.

Mom made sure Andrew also had a few goodies. A huge bag of popcorn was close to his right side. And a bag of rippled chips was on the other.

His family had gone tenting in Cape Breton, last weekend. So he was now a boy with camping experience. And he knew how to be brave.

What was moving around his toes? “Ouch, that hurt,” his trembling voice, whispered. The noise outside was so loud Andrew could hardly think.

Through the window, a dark sky blocked out the stars.

The boy was suddenly nervous. What was under the blanket? He was curious and rummaged through his backpack.

“OMIGOSH,” Andrew said. “I forgot my flashlight.”

He slid out of bed and hurled himself across the floor. Andrew hunted around until he found it in the top dresser drawer.

Quickly jumping back into bed, he forced cold feet down to the very end. Bare toes rested on something rough and sharp. Now it seemed to be crawling around his ankles.

Yikes! He wasn’t alone in bed!

He checked under the covers where it was black as coal, almost like being outside. Instead of gleaming stars lit up, spots looked more like eyes.

Roaring came from behind his left leg.

Andrew chewed on his left thumb and turned on the flashlight. “That terrifying sound couldn’t be…?” he hesitated.

Yes, a dinosaur! But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Dinosaurs couldn’t fit under bed covers belonging to a little boy, living inside his house. Right?

Wrong. Staring back at him was a Stegosaurus. And it tasted his Hostess vinegar chips, the one small bag with a few morsels left.

“Get away, you!” Andrew bellowed, trying to be brave. The animal rumbled something back under the blanket-sky and hurried into a shadowy corner.

New noises caught the boy’s attention. His flashlight helped pick out moving shadows. What was going on? he wondered. There was a Triceratops and a Deinonychus.

And a Tyranosaurus!

“Run!” Andrew yelled. Suddenly he felt like he was the only one alive on the planet. But he was still under his blanket that seemed to expand in the distance and even high above him.

He searched for somewhere to hide.

Cold feet could barely move. It was like a different world under the blankets. His heart marched to the beat of a drum. Lightning zipped then zapped under his blanket-sky.

Large animals began to chase smaller ones.

Racing toward him was a Dicraeosaurus. This was a peaceful plant eater and would not hurt him. But, Andrew couldn’t take any chances.

He pulled a fire engine from his backpack. Jumping into the front seat, Andrew turned the siren on full velocity. All it did was hurt his ears.

A Ceratosaurus and Albertosaurus bounded after him. They were like large friendly dogs wanting to play. But Andrew didn’t wish to get crushed.

He stepped on the gas pedal. And the fire engine leaped forward.

Soon, the road became a narrow path, aiming straight for the forest. Andrew quickly parked. Then he laced on new sneakers from his backpack.

He also brought his whistle. Shrill blowing warned everything to get out of his way. A flurry of feet escaped down the trail, each step pounding hard.

One arm held tightly to ‘Panda.’

The wind blew off his cap sending it into the distance. Branches snatched at his face. He didn’t want to get squashed or eaten by those dinosaurs.

The storm outside was nothing compared to wild animals chasing him under his blanket. How did all of this happen anyhow?

Growls and speeding feet kept pace behind him. Reaching into his backpack Andrew grabbed his roller blades. Now, he thought, it should be easy to skate away safely.

That is, until a sneaky tree root sent him headfirst into the mud.

Now it was hurry-up time to climb a tree.

“Mom, where are you?” Andrew shouted. “Daddd!” Skinny legs scrambled up the trunk. And like a monkey climbed higher from branch to branch.

Suddenly between two limbs was the head of a Brontosaurus. It smiled as it chewed a mouthful of leaves. “What’s your problem?” it seemed to say.

“Andrew! ANDREWWW!” someone called. Voices seemed to move back and forth and around like echoes. Yes, people were shouting his name!

The boy hastily threw off his blankets, sat up, and stared at mom and dad. He blinked as morning’s sun peeked between Venetian blinds.

“Panda” was still tucked securely under his arm.

“I see you found our surprises under your blankets,” mom said.

Andrew looked blankly at his mom.

“You know. Remember the dinosaur models you asked for last week?”

“And I’m proud of you,” dad said. “Look how neatly you stacked them on your dresser.”

Andrew felt weird as dad pointed.

In a neat row was a parade of colorful dinosaurs. They were following a friendly Dicraeosaurus, with a ferocious looking Tyrannosaurus Rex at the end of the line.

Leading the whole group was a figure of a little boy.

And he was holding tightly to a teddy bear.

Author Notes:

All of the dinosaurs are correctly named in this Fantasy tale. My wife, Esther and I, also visited Drumheller, near Calgary Alberta where they once roamed.

Earthshaker by Emma Laybourn. A free online, printable dinosaur story for kids

by Emma Laybourn

Chapter One

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...

The earth shuddered.

Trees shook, dropping leaves on the tidy nest below.

The nest belonged to an iguanodon. As the eggs rolled around, their mother Brenda steadied them with a claw.

'What on earth?' she wondered.

BOOM...BOOM...

Then, through the trees, appeared the biggest dinosaur she had ever seen. It was like a grey mountain on legs. It had a long, long, neck and a long, long tail.

'Who are you?' asked Brenda.

The long neck snaked towards her. Weak eyes in a little head gazed at her.

'I'm Seismosaurus,' said the enormous dinosaur, in a voice so tiny she could hardly hear it. 'I've come to live here.'

'Sei - Seis - ' tried Brenda.

'It means Earthshaker,' said the dinosaur. 'Call me Sizo if it's easier.'

'Well, Sizo, could you please tiptoe?'

'All right,' whispered the dinosaur. He took two more steps.

BOOM...BOOM...

Pteranodons fell out of the trees. A group of hadrosaurs began trumpeting in alarm.

George, the old triceratops, came to see what was going on.

'I can't sleep for the noise,' he grumbled.

'It's Sizo here,' said Brenda. 'He's a little bit, um, heavy-footed.'

'Can't you tiptoe?' demanded George.

'I am tiptoeing,' said Sizo in his tiny voice.

'Hmph!' snorted George. 'What a racket! I hope he's not staying.'

'Oh, please let me stay,' begged Sizo. 'I've been alone for ages. I want to live with other dinosaurs.'

'Give him a chance, George,' said Brenda kindly. 'You can see he's a plant-eater. He's not going to eat us, are you, Sizo?'

Sizo shook his head. 'I'll only eat the highest leaves,' he whispered, 'the ones you can't reach.'

'Hmph! All right,' grunted George. 'But only if you remember to tiptoe!'

Chapter Two

So Sizo settled into his new home.

He liked the other dinosaurs. But he wasn't really happy.

He worried about making too much noise. Although he walked as quietly as he could, his footsteps made the earth tremble. The other dinosaurs blocked their ears and grumbled.

'Tiptoe!' George would bellow.

Sizo tiptoed, but that wasn't any quieter. In the end, it was easier not to walk at all. He just stood in one place for most of the day, eating whatever he could reach.

And life was peaceful, for a while.

Until -

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM...

The ground shuddered. Brenda's baby iguanodons tumbled over and began to cry. The hadrosaurs wailed in protest.

George came storming out of the forest.

'Oy, Sizo!' he roared. 'I told you to tiptoe!'

'But it's not me,' protested Sizo.

'It's true,' said Brenda. 'Sizo isn't moving.'

The dinosaurs stared at Sizo. He stood quite still; yet they could hear thuds and crashes.

'It must be another big dinosaur,' said George uneasily. 'Another Sizo.'

'Oh, no!' said Brenda. 'Come with me, children. You don't want to get trampled on!'

All the dinosaurs hurried away into the forest - all except Sizo.

'Another Seismosaurus!' he thought excitedly. 'Another Earthshaker! I wonder if it will be my friend?'

So he set off joyfully towards the noises to find out.

As he walked, the earth shook harder. The crashes grew louder. He could smell a strange, fierce, burning smell.

'Funny dinosaur, this,' thought Sizo.

He came round a bend, and stopped. Ahead of him a hump rose out of the forest.

'That's a huge dinosaur!' he thought.

The ground beneath him trembled.

'It's an Earthshaker all right,' said Sizo.

Then he saw that smoke was billowing from the hump. Down its side ran a glowing river of red.

'It's bleeding!' he whispered.

The thick red river flowed past a tree. It ripped it up, and threw it down with a crash.

Sizo blinked at the river with his small, weak eyes. It wasn't blood. It smelt of rock, and it was smoking.

'I don't think that's a dinosaur at all!' he said.

The smoking river hissed and sizzled. Two more trees thudded to the ground, and burst into flames.

The river did not stop. It kept on flowing through the forest.

'Oh, no! It's heading for our home!' gasped Sizo. 'I'd better warn the others!'

He plodded back as fast as he could. There was no-one around. Sizo cleared his throat, and shouted.

'Danger!'

It was a tiny shout. He tried again.

'DANGER!'

Still nobody heard him.

'Help!' thought Sizo. 'Whatever can I do?'

Chapter Three

Nobody could hear Sizo's voice.

But he knew that everyone could hear his feet. So he began to dance.

He started with big, slow steps. Then he danced higher and higher, faster and faster.

Trees dropped their branches. The ground began to crack. And Sizo kept dancing.

All the other dinosaurs rushed up to stop him.

'I said TIPTOE!' yelled George.

'Sizo, what do you think you're doing?' cried all the dinosaurs.

'I'm dancing,' whispered Sizo.

'Dancing?' said George. 'That's it! You're banned!'

'But there's danger coming!'

'Danger?' said Brenda. 'Where?'

'There's a river of fire coming towards us. It's flowing out of a hill and burning everything up!'

'What?' cried Brenda. 'That's a volcano! We must get out of the way.'

The dinosaurs didn't wait to hear any more. Together, they thundered through the trees. A cloud of smoke followed them. Behind them, burning branches crackled and crashed to the ground.

'Where are we going?' wailed George.

'We need to get to higher ground,' said Brenda.

But her babies began to squeal. Hot ash was falling like rain.

'It's burning us, Mum!' they cried.

'Quick!' said Sizo. 'Come and shelter under me.'

The baby iguanodons crept beneath Sizo. His huge bulk kept the hot ash off them while they walked.

'You'll stand on them!' protested George.

'No, I won't,' said Sizo. He had had so much practice at tiptoeing that he never once trod on a baby's tail.

The dinosaurs climbed to the top of a hill and left the smoke and ash behind.

At last they stopped. Brenda's babies peered out from under Sizo.

'Is it safe yet?' panted George. 'I can't see.'

'Let me look.' Sizo craned his long neck over the treetops. 'Yes, we're safe here,' he said.

'Thanks to you!' said Brenda, gathering her children round her. 'Sizo, you're a real friend.'

'Am I?'

'The best. From now on, you can thump all you like. We won't complain.'

'Yes, we will!' said George.

The other dinosaurs glared at George. He coughed.

'Er, sorry. Thump away, Sizo. You can even dance if you want.'

'All right!' whispered Sizo happily. 'But I promise that I'll only dance on tiptoe!'

THE END

Would you like another dinosaur story?
Try Elly and Aargh!
or King of the Killers.

The Tale of the Dinosaur: read a fairy tale, a story for children, full text online

Once upon a time there lived a huge, enormous dinosaur. They called him Whatzhetamzaobolok, his friends simply called him Whatzhik. It was as tall as a ten-story building. He had a huge body on four thick legs, a long tail and the same long, long neck, and at the end of the neck there was a small, very small head. There were such small brains in this head that the dinosaur was thinking very hard. In truth, he was a little stupid, but his friends still loved him very much, because he was very kind and sympathetic.

He had two friends. One is an orange dinosaur with beautiful triangular plates along the entire back and tail, his name was Ryzhik. Well, he always envied how beautiful Ryzhik's plates were, but he was ashamed of his feelings, because his mother told him that it was very bad to envy. True, no one knew why Ryzhik needed these plates, and Well, so that no one would guess about his envy, helped Ryzhik polish them to a shine with pieces of moss. They also had a friend - a dinosaur covered with thick spines, that's what his name was - Thorn.

Both of these dinosaurs, Ginger and Thorn, were small - no larger than an African elephant, but modest growth did not prevent them from being friends with Whatzhik. They loved to graze and swim together, and when from the next volcanic eruption, and at that time eruptions were sometimes more often than rains, so when, after the next eruption, the earth and grass were covered with volcanic ash, Whatzhik plucked clean and tasty tops of giant horsetails for them. Yes, yes, it is horsetail now - grass is not higher than chamomile, but then, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, horsetails were higher than pines, and there were no deciduous trees at all. This Whatzhik was so big that his neck and head, when he walked through the forest, towered above the forest, so he could hardly imagine what his legs looked like, and he had no idea about the existence of a tail.

Once, Well, he was grazing alone, and, turning his head from bush to bush, from blade of grass to blade of grass, he accidentally stumbled upon his tail. He told him: "Hello." The tail didn't answer. The dinosaur said: "Of course, I'm sorry, we don't know each other - my name is Whatzhik." The tail was silent again. “Still,” said the dinosaur, “you could give me some answer. My mom used to tell me that when two unfamiliar dinosaurs meet, they should both introduce themselves and then say "it was nice to meet you." The tail didn't answer this time either. The dinosaur had to leave with nothing.

When he raised his head again above the tops of the forest, he saw his friends not far away in a clearing and hurried to them. Friends noticed that Whatzhik was not in a good mood and asked him: "What's the matter?" He told his friends what an ill-mannered dinosaur he had met. Friends began to demand to immediately go, find the ignoramus and put him in his place. Well, he languidly denied it, but his friends insisted, and they went back to the place where he was grazing.

Well, he bent down, rummaged in the bushes and, noticing his tail from afar, said quietly to Ryzhik - here he is. Ryzhik rushed to the tail, but at the last minute, without saying anything, abruptly turned around and ran back. He said, “Dude, I don’t want to upset you, but I think it’s someone’s tail, were you sure you tried to meet him this morning?” "That's right, I remember him well." "Well, then you were molesting someone else's tail, and the fact that the tail did not answer you can hardly be considered an insult." "Oh God! - shouted, Well, - And if my mommy finds out! She will be very unhappy when she finds out that I wander through the forest and stick to other people's tails. We need to apologize immediately." "Go ahead," the friends said, "and we'll wait here."

And Whatzhik began to raise his head higher and higher, first along the tail, then along the body and finally along his own neck until he stopped in a very uncomfortable position, bending his neck and trying to look into his own face. Everyone understands that this is not possible, but the dinosaur was a little stupid and therefore did not understand what happened. He lowered his head back to his friends and said: “I didn’t see anyone there, all neck and neck, as far as the eye can see.” Ryzhik said: “I'll have to go up there. And he went first along the tail, then along the back, and then climbed onto the neck. Pretty soon he saw the kind and naive eyes of Whatzhik.

He grunted with laughter because he immediately understood everything and said: “I have good news for you, buddy, this is YOUR tail.” “Really! Shouted Well, what a joy! And they hurried to Thorn, who was waiting for them.

“Thorn,” they said, “we have two wonderful news. Firstly, you don’t have to apologize to anyone, and secondly, this is the tail of Whatzhik. "Let's have a party!" said Thorn, and they ran to their favorite lake.

There they frolicked, jumped and splashed until the very evening, splashing around small and not very amphibians. And when the sun had almost set, Chtozhik confided to Ryzhik: “You know, all my life I have envied your plates on my back, but now that I have a tail, I like him much more, in my opinion, he is perfection itself. ” “I think you’re exaggerating a little, my friend,” replied Ginger, but in any case, I’m glad that your own body parts are able to make you feel so warm.

Max Fry - The Tale of the Little Dinosaur: read a fairy tale, a story for children, text completely online

Fragment from the "Book of Complaints"

A long time ago ...
No. Not just a long time ago, but so long ago that the Little Dinosaur lived rather never than once.
That is, at first he did not live and was not. At first it didn't exist at all. And then the Little Dinosaur suddenly took off and appeared. Not born, like, say, a puppy, or a kitten, but hatched from an egg. Dinosaurs - they hatch from eggs, just like chickens. And you didn't know?
Well, don't be afraid. In general, I was also told about this quite recently. It didn't occur to me before. But now we will know.

It must be said that our Little Dinosaur hatched at the wrong time. He managed to leave the egg exactly at the End Times. That is, not all times in general, but at the end of dinosaur times. Dinosaurs at that time were just about to die out - well, their times, respectively, in connection with this, came to an end. And our, human times then did not even think to begin. I will say more: dinosaurs could not even come up with such stupidity as people, even if they were cave troglodytes. If someone began to tell them about people, they would probably forget for a while about the need to die out, and would begin to laugh, resting their tails on their sides. And the laughter of dinosaurs, I tell you, is not a joke. From such a case, giant horsetails bend to the ground, pterodactyls stray from their intended course and fly to the ends of the world, and mollusks crawl out of the ocean to see what happened: has another meteorite fallen to Earth? But no, it's just dinosaurs having fun. It happens, yeah.

Well, that's it.

Little Dinosaur's mom and dad were Sad Dinosaurs. They didn’t have names: when the dinosaurs found out that they lived in the End Times, they were so sad that they forgot to even think about the names. Dying out is a serious matter, here one should not be distracted by any nonsense, - so they thought. Large creatures are generally distinguished by seriousness and solidity: the larger, the more serious. Dinosaurs were known to be big animals. Some are the size of a three-story house, some are as large as five, and some are even larger. There have never been such huge animals on Earth. Unless, whales, but, strictly speaking, they do not live on earth, but even in the ocean. Which means it doesn't count.

That's why I say that the Little Dinosaur hatched from the egg at the wrong time. If he had done this, say, half a million years earlier, everything would have been great: the life of dinosaurs at that time was fun: if you want, smell the ferns, if you want, admire the flight of a pterodactyl, if you want, fight with other dinosaurs. Not life, but just some kind of holiday.
But at the time when the Little Dinosaur was born, adult dinosaurs were no longer interested in anything but extinction. How else his mom and dad managed to lay an egg - that's a mystery. Other dinosaurs looked at them in amazement, furtively twirling their tails at their temples. Say, it is necessary that they learned. Why, I wonder why? .. But they didn’t say anything like that out loud. Dinosaurs are a very tactful people, although you can’t tell from the outside.

However, Little Dinosaur's mom and dad didn't quite understand what to do now. On the one hand, the Little Dinosaur must be brought up somehow. Teach mind-reason and other useful things. Here, let's say, all the same half a million years ago, it was quite clear what little dinosaurs needed to be taught: how to hunt, where to graze, what games to play with friends, how to tease tyrannosaurs (all other dinosaurs really disliked them for their grumpy disposition and commanding habits) how to settle down for the night, and what dreams should be watched at what time of the year. Now, at the End of Time, all this knowledge was unnecessary for the baby - so, at least, it seemed to his parents and other adult dinosaurs. Why learn if you're going to die anyway? Actually, this was the only thing worth learning now: how to die out correctly, without unnecessary efforts and additional troubles, the adults thought so.

So mom and dad quickly explained to the Little Dinosaur how to distinguish edible horsetails from non-edible horsetails, and left him alone. Gone to the Glade of Sorrows: to be sad and wait for the Little Dinosaur to become old enough to be sad and die out with them. In the meantime, what to talk about with him? That's right, absolutely nothing.

Therefore, the Little Dinosaur grew up, one might say, alone. There were no other small dinosaurs around: all the adults decided that if they were going to die out soon anyway, then there was no point in laying eggs. Mom and Dad, of course, sometimes came to see how he was doing, but not for long. They were very, very busy. Sadness is such a thing: there is no pleasure from it, and it takes so much time and effort that there is almost nothing left for other things.

But Little Dinosaur wasn't bored at all. He quickly got used to doing without the company of other dinosaurs. To be honest, he was even happier without them: at least no one is hanging around with a lean mug and is not trying to rant about all sorts of incomprehensible, but sad things. Whether it's horsetails and ferns. On the one hand, they are beautiful, on the other hand, they are delicious. And besides, never sad. Plants do not know how to be sad at all, and this is their forte. If you make friends with any plant, you can be sure: at least one resilient friend you now have. Remember this: will it come in handy?

In addition to horsetails and ferns, Little Dinosaur had other playmates. For example, Wind. You never know which side it will blow today. Settling down for the night, the Little Dinosaur always imagined that he was playing hide and seek with the Wind. Will the Wind be able to find its shelter in the morning, or will it uselessly blow through all the surrounding caves? Sometimes this game was won by the Wind, and sometimes by the Little Dinosaur. They were on an equal footing, and this makes any game especially interesting.
Of course, there was also the Ocean. It was even more fun to play with him than with the Wind. Every morning Little Dinosaur
came ashore and played leapfrog with the ocean waves: will it splash? Doesn't splash? It is clear how much you dodge, and sooner or later you will find yourself wet from the top of your head to the tip of your tail. But the Little Dinosaur did not object to such washing. To be honest, he liked being wet even more than staying dry, and he dodged the waves solely for the sake of sporting interest. It was much more fun than just swimming.
After bathing, the Little Dinosaur began to draw patterns in the sand with his tail, or lay out mosaics from mollusk shells. He could not decide which of these activities he liked more. Both are more. There is nothing to argue about.
The ocean also liked these games very much. He calmed the waves to let the Little Dinosaur finish his job without interference. And whispered softly: “Good shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Little Dinosaur was very pleased. Like all aspiring artists, he loved compliments, especially sincere ones. And the ocean, as you know, never lies.
However, in those ancient times no one knew how to lie. It was only later, much later, people came up with the idea that sometimes you need to tell a lie so that, say, you don’t get a club on the head. Well, so people. What will you take from us ...

After dinner, the Little Dinosaur used to wander into some meadow. He laid down on the ground and looked at the clouds. It was his favorite pastime. He loved to look at the clouds more than to hide from the Wind and dodge the waves of the Ocean. More even than drawing patterns in the sand. Even getting dinner and composing dreams seemed to him not as important an occupation as admiring the clouds. He would refuse sleep, food and play without regret if the clouds demanded. But the clouds did not demand any sacrifice from him. Firstly, they don’t need anything like that from anyone, and secondly, the clouds hardly even suspected the existence of the Little Dinosaur. He, of course, grew rapidly, and was already the size of a two-story house, but you can’t see from above what is happening on the ground. Yes, and it is not interesting to the clouds.
Little Dinosaur, however, did not hope that the clouds would pay attention to him. It's useless, he thought. As long as the clouds allow you to look at yourself, everything is in order. Nothing else is required.

When Little Dinosaur grew to the size of a three-story house, his Mom and Dad decided that he was old enough to learn how to become extinct. And, of course, be sad. Grief is the first thing. Without sadness, as you know, you won’t really be able to die out, no matter how hard you try.
And then the parents invited the Little Dinosaur to visit the Glade of Sorrows with them. It was a very solemn day, so they thought. On this day, the Little Dinosaur was supposed to learn the Meaning of Life. And when someone small learns the Meaning of Life, he becomes an adult - this, by the way, is still considered. Another thing is that both then, in ancient times, and now, even in very "memorable" times, everyone now and then recognizes someone else's Meaning of Life. And almost no one recognizes his own - everything is so funny, stupidly arranged.
So the parents of the Little Dinosaur decided that their Meaning of Life would be quite suitable for him. And their meaning of life was that it was time to die out. It was a very sad and, to be honest, rather stupid Meaning, but they had no other way. And other dinosaurs also had no other Meaning of Life. It didn't even occur to them that it could be otherwise.

It goes without saying that the Little Dinosaur did not like such a Meaning of Life at all. No, he, of course, listened very carefully to Mom and Dad. He even asked a few minor questions. Not because he was really interested (he was bored), but simply to please them. So that they understand: he listens very carefully and ponders what he hears. Not that he wanted to deceive them (at that time, I remind you, no one knew how to deceive at all), but simply out of politeness.
Little Dinosaur spent the whole day in the Glade of Sorrows and, to be honest, he was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do there, except perhaps to chew horsetails and pluck ferns. The rest of the time was supposed to be sad and think about extinction. And this, honestly, is not the most exciting activity, especially if you are not used to it. What bothered Little Dinosaur the most was the fact that even the clouds over the Glade of Sorrows hardly passed. Only two clouds for the tribute, and even those were somehow small and shapeless, obviously accidentally wandered into this part of the sky, which all other clouds diligently avoided.

A few more days the Little Dinosaur came to the Glade of Sorrows, every morning, as we now go to work. He honestly tried to do his duty. I thought: what is good for mom and dad is probably good for me. If being an adult dinosaur means learning to grieve and prepare for extinction, well, then you need to try to overcome this science and not upset anyone.
He really, really tried hard to be a sad adult endangered dinosaur. But still nothing worked. Either he admires the pattern of fern leaves, then he involuntarily smiles, exposing his face to the fresh wind, then he notices a cloud in the sky, or suddenly he begins to invent a dream - but not a sad dream about a world without dinosaurs, but some kind of cheerful, frivolous vision of a fight with a tyrannosaurus, which, to be honest, he had never seen: all the tyrannosaurs by that time were also sitting in some kind of their Glade of Sorrow and were so sad that all the surrounding horsetails withered. From all this, sadness somehow imperceptibly left, the parents frowned at the contented face of the Little Dinosaur and sighed bitterly, not understanding how such a frivolous blockhead could hatch from their own egg.

In the end, the Little Dinosaur realized that the high art of sorrow and extinction was too tough for him. Everyone should mind their own business, he decided. If adult dinosaurs can remain sad all day long - well done, masters, geniuses. And I, thought the Little Dinosaur, are good at patterns in the sand. The ocean at least liked it...

So he told his parents. Say, forgive me, dear, I tried, nothing came of it, you see for yourself.
Little Dinosaur's mother was crying, Dad was lashing his tail menacingly, and in anger uprooted several large horsetails near the Glade of Sorrows. They yelled at the Little Dinosaur in unison. They promised him that he would die anyway - for the time of the dinosaurs had come to an end, but he would die a fool. Only their family will disgrace them in the end, and nothing more will be achieved.
The little Dinosaur was sad and even a little ashamed: it is always unpleasant to see that he has brought grief to someone. After listening to his parents' lamentations, he turned around and walked in the direction of the Ocean. On the way, he composed a new pattern that could be drawn on the sand before sunset. I got so carried away that I forgot about the Glade of Sorrow, about my parents and their sad Meaning of Life. But the pattern came up great. The ocean at least liked it, and it rustled louder than usual: “Good shh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there

And the next day after lunch, the Little Dinosaur looked at the clouds again. And he thought about the Meaning of Life - he had such a new habit. “Well,” he said to himself, “I obviously did not succeed in dying out. How many tried - all to no avail, one disorder. It is necessary, if so, to come up with some other Meaning of Life. Otherwise it's quite awkward…”

Little Dinosaur thought about the Meaning of Life for quite a long time. Maybe a week, maybe half a million years. There were no clocks and calendars in those days, so it is absolutely impossible to say more precisely. But he did not come up with anything worthwhile. I decided to live as I live, and there - according to the circumstances.

Little Dinosaur really didn't have the talent for extinction. All other dinosaurs have long since died out, and he himself, as he was a Little Dinosaur, remained so. It has grown, however, the size of a six-story building, but growth does not change anything, to be honest. In the mornings, he still hid from the wind, then he played leapfrog with the ocean waves, built pyramids from clam shells and decorated them with bouquets of ferns. And at sunset I admired the clouds, everything is as always.

The little Dinosaur did not receive a good education, and therefore did not know that anyone who admires the clouds for a long time, sooner or later can turn into a cloud himself. And when this happened, he was so surprised that he immediately poured rain on the nearest grove. Horsetails, it should be noted, were very full: plants love rain. Rain, however, everyone loves, only some people call it "bad weather" and grab their umbrellas. What else to expect from people? ..

As for the Little Dinosaur, he quickly pulled himself together and the rain stopped. That's good: the one who recently became a cloud has many other worries. You need to learn how to soar in the sky, ride on the wind, be colored by sunlight, and many more important things that those who walk on earth do not even know about.