Childrens dinosaur story

The Magic Paintbrush | Short Kids Stories

Story Reads: 105,263

Listen to the audio book

Your browser does not support the
audio element.

CHAPTER ONE

Once upon a time, there was a handsome boy called Digby. He was four years old. He loved to look at dinosaurs in his dinosaur book, and imagine what it was like to draw a real dinosaur… from life!

One day, he was sitting in his bedroom with his paint and paintbrushes and a beautiful picture of a dinosaur. It was a Triceratops, which meant that it had three big horns coming from its forehead. Its face looked hungry, like it would like to eat a little boy, or perhaps just a big bowl of porridge.

Digby took his red paint and made the dinosaur the colour of a fire engine. He used green paint for the horns. Then, because it still looked hungry, he painted a big bowl of porridge right beside it.

He was admiring how well he had coloured in the dinosaur. There were hardly any spots at all where he had gone outside the lines. But then – what was this? He noticed a tiny little purple spot in the corner of his picture. Oh no! He must have gone outside the lines after all!

He didn’t stop to think that the little dot was purple, and he had only used red and green paints (which as we know, together don’t make purple at all!). He just put down his paintbrush, and with his little finger, rubbed the paper very gently, to see if the spot would come off.

OWWW! The page was spiky!

He pulled his finger back and saw a little sore on his pinky finger. There was even a bit of blood beside his fingernail. He thought he would definitely need to put a sticking plaster on it.

He sucked his finger until it felt better and looked again at the picture. Did he imagine it? Or had the dinosaur moved, just a tiny little bit?

He took his finger out, and this time more carefully, touched the picture again. Sure enough, the paper did not feel like paper when he touched it. Instead, it was rough and scaly, like a snake, or perhaps like a scab.

He ran his finger gently down where the dinosaurs spikes made a fence along his backbone. That part of the picture was pointy. What was going on? His dinosaur picture didn’t feel like a dinosaur picture any more!

Just then, as he was about to call his big brother Arthur, the dinosaur took one beady little eye and turned it towards Digby. He heard a tiny ROAR! like the sound of someone’s television on a different floor. Could it have been his dinosaur? He didn’t dare touch the mouth…

Then the dinosaur made another ROAR and there was no doubt about it this time. It was HIS dinosaur painting that had made that sound.

Suddenly, the bowl of porridge that he had made for his dinosaur disappeared. It seemed that the dinosaur had eaten it all up.

CHAPTER TWO

There was no doubt that Digby had painted himself a real live dinosaur. It never seemed to move, but it was hungry, Digby could tell. He could tell by the glistening little eye that seemed to look at him as he picked up his paintbrush once more.

If the dinosaur was hungry, then Digby was going to have to paint him some more food. But what would a dinosaur like to eat?

He though that some sweets might be yummy. He painted a lovely pink chocolate with a little heart on it, and some jelly snakes. He watched the dinosaur picture very carefully. Sure enough, very soon, the sweets and the chocolate that he had drawn beside the dinosaur just – disappeared. It was like he had never painted them at all.

Digby put his face very close to see if the pictures he’d painted had left any traces, like sometimes happens when you use an eraser to rub out your drawing that you did by mistake. But there was not a trace of the sweets and chocolate he had painted, or of the porridge. There was just one – slightly less hungry looking, and still very sharp, Triceratops.

Just at that moment, Digby’s big brother Arthur walked into the room.

“What are you doing?” said Arthur.

“I don’t know…” said Digby, trying to think of something that wasn’t true. He didn’t want to tell Arthur right at this moment that he had a real live painting of a dinosaur eating porridge and sweets.

Arthur leaned down and looked at the dinosaur.

“That’s a pretty good dinosaur Digby,” he said. “But I think you’ve done his head a little bit wrong.”

And before Digby could say anything at all, Arthur had picked up a paintbrush and, using orange paint, was starting to paint on the Triceratops’ head.

“NO!” yelled Digby. “Don’t do that!” But it was TOO LATE!

Arthur gave a scream as the end of his paintbrush was snapped right off by a set of angry Triceratops teeth.

“What happened to my paintbrush?” cried Arthur.

“The dinosaur is alive!” said Digby. “I painted him just now, and when I had finished painting him in, I think I spiked my finger on him! He’s really sharp! And he’s hungry. He’s already eaten one big bowl of porridge, a chocolate with a heart in the middle, and some jelly snakes. ”

“Wow!” said Arthur, his eyes gleaming. “I can’t believe you painted a real life Triceratops! How did you do that? Are you magic?”

“I don’t know!” said Digby. “I just used these paintbrushes here.”

Arthur snatched the paintbrushes away from his little brother and spread them all across the desk. They did make a mess. Every colour you could imagine was in their bristles. Then he grabbed a piece of paper and started to paint.

CHAPTER THREE

“What are you painting?” said Digby.

“I’m painting a tiger!” said Arthur. “See it? It’s got big orange ears, and black stripes like this.”

He painted the tiger and a very nice tiger it was too. It was standing up on two legs and had its paws out, like it was about to swat somebody.

He coloured it in carefully then stood back to look at his work. Sure enough, he’d done a fine job. He hadn’t gone outside the lines at all. All except a tiny purple dot in the corner of the tiger’s tail. Arthur frowned. He didn’t like going outside the lines.

“What’s this?” he said. He took his finger and very carefully, rubbed at the little purple spot. “OWWWWWWWWW!” he said. “It bit me!”

“The tiger bit you?”

“It bit me! Look! I’ve got a sore, right here. On my pinky finger.”

“It’s just the same as me,” said Digby. “My triceratops did exactly the same thing when I touched it. Perhaps the tiger doesn’t like you touching his tail. Why don’t you try to very carefully give him a pat?”

Arthur was a bit worried about this idea, because he already had a sore finger. But, very carefully, inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre, he put his finger towards the tiger picture. Very softly, he ran his finger down the tiger’s black and orange fur.

What do you think it felt like? It felt like the softest butterfly you’ve ever touched. It felt like a Mummy’s kiss in the middle of the night when you have woken up from a nightmare. It felt like a tiny, shiny spiders web drifting from the doorway.

“It’s beautiful!” said Arthur in awe.

“It must be the paintbrushes,” said Digby. “I think we’ve got magic paintbrushes. Everything we paint, turns into something real. I think Arthur, you’d better paint something for the tiger to eat, because he is probably hungry.”

“But what do tigers eat?” said Arthur.

“I don’t know,” said Digby.

“I think they eat antelopes,” said Arthur. “I’m not sure if I know how to draw an antelope.”

“You could try,” said Digby. “It’s a bit like a horse, but with curly horns on its head.”

“Okay,” said Arthur. So very carefully, he dipped his paintbrush into some lovely yellow paint and beside the tiger, he painted a very nice looking antelope. It ended up with beautiful eyelashes, a long neck, and a little smile at the corner of its mouth.

When he had finished painting the antelope he was very happy with it. He thought it must be a girl antelope, because she was so pretty.

But he had forgotten while he was drawing, the reason WHY he was drawing an antelope.

“Oh no,” said Digby, realising what Arthur, in the excitement of painting a beautiful animal, had forgotten. “Oh the poor antelope! She is going to be eaten by that tiger! What shall we do?”

There wasn’t much time. The tiger seemed to swivel its hungry little eye towards the pretty antelope.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Maybe you could you just put a big squiggle of white paint on her! Rub her out!” said Digby. “Quickly, before the tiger eats her.”

“But if I do that, she will still disappear!” said Arthur. “That will be just the same, won’t it? If I rub her out, I won’t be able to paint her again. I might paint a different antelope, but she wouldn’t be exactly the same one. That would be just like if a dinosaur ate me, and then Mum and Dad thought, well it’s ok, we’ve still got Digby. He’s a little boy too.”

“You’re right. That wouldn’t be the same at all,” said Digby.

They both thought very hard. They were not sure if they imagined it, but the antelope seemed to look a bit scared. What could they do?

“Quickly! What animal eats tigers?” said Arthur to Digby.

“I don’t know!” exclaimed Digby. “I don’t think there are any animals that eat tigers.”

“But maybe….” Arthur said, then they looked at each other and thought of something. They said together: “Dinosaurs!”

“But how would I get my dinosaur onto your picture?” asked Digby.

“Oh it’s no good, you couldn’t” said Arthur. “It would have to be a different one. But look at my picture. There’s no room on it for another dinosaur. No room at all for any big animals. Look, here’s the tiger, and here’s the antelope, and there’s no more space for another big animal.”

“Oh,” said Digby. Then he had another idea. “Why don’t you eat the tiger, Arthur?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Arthur replied, thinking Digby had gone a bit silly.

“Well, I’ve seen people eating paper before, you know, when they accidentally bite a cupcake wrapper or even a sweet wrapper. It doesn’t taste too bad, you know. It’s just kind of like eating nothing. So maybe you could do it. Just eat the tiger, and leave the pretty antelope alone.”

“He may only be paper,” said Arthur. “But that tiger still bit me before. What would happen if I put him in my mouth and he scratched my gums? What if he kicked and made one of my teeth fall out?”

Digby shrugged. “That wouldn’t be so bad,” he said. “Your tooth is already a bit wobbly, isn’t it?”

But Arthur’s eyes looked very big and round, like dinner plates, and he didn’t really seem to want to put the tiger in his mouth.

“Could you paint a different kind of food?” said Digby, thinking of something different, because he really didn’t want to make Arthur have a sore in his mouth. “What about sweets? Or porridge? My triceratops liked that!”

Arthur very carefully painted a big bowl of porridge, just like Digby’s, except this time he covered it in strawberries and chocolate sauce. He thought a tiger would not be able to resist a big bowl of porridge, especially when it was covered with strawberries and chocolate sauce.

But once he had painted it, the bowl stayed exactly where it was. Digby put out a finger and felt it – perhaps it was cold? But no, it was steaming and warm and cosy like the nicest dessert you’ve ever eaten on a cold winter’s day. It was impossible that a tiger who liked porridge would not like this bowl of porridge.

The tiger’s little beady eyes seemed to swivel. They seemed to swivel in the direction of the pretty antelope. “I don’t think he likes porridge…” said Digby with dread.

CHAPTER FIVE

“I’ve got it!” shouted Arthur! The shout was so loud that the tiger, the triceratops and even the antelope seemed to startle. The bowl of porridge even seemed to wobble in its bowl, that’s how loud Arthur’s cry was, and that’s how good his idea really was.

“What?” said Digby. They were running out of time and they knew it.

“No time to explain!” said Arthur. He dipped his paintbrush into the nearest colour – brown – and before Digby could even ask one sentence more, Arthur had painted a great big cage around the tiger. He quickly put in the bars, and just in time!

The tiger blinked, and the smallest little piece of the antelope’s foot disappeared. But it was only a bit of the foot, and no more. The antelope herself looked sad, but Arthur very quickly painted another foot right where hers had disappeared, and her smile seemed to return. The foot was a little bit different to how it had been before, but surely that was better than being the tiger’s dinner.

Digby have Arthur a hug, he was so happy for the antelope. But he still worried about the tiger.

“Quick, paint some more food for him. He doesn’t like porridge, but maybe you could paint him some sushi. Everybody likes sushi. And it’s little, so you can fit it here, in the corner of his cage.”

Arthur thought it was a good idea. So he painted some yummy sushi and the tiger must really have been very hungry, because before they knew it, the sushi had disappeared. Arthur had to paint another six sushi before the tiger was satisfied.

So now the boys were left with a triceratops, an antelope and a tiger in a cage to look after. It seemed they should be careful before they painted anything else. Already they had to spend ten minutes painting some nice green grass for the antelope, and then painting some nice bowls of water for all of them to wash their dinners down. Then they had to paint a night time sky, because they thought the animals must be getting tired by now. Then they had to paint pillows, quilts, a bed, and by that time the whole picture on both pieces of paper was getting far too crowded.

“It’s late boys!” said a voice, and Mummy walked in. She looked at the pictures. “Wow! They’re really great pictures!” she said. “Say, Daddy, come have a look at these pictures the boys have painted!”

Daddy came in and looked at them. His smile was huge, because he thought they were so good. “I’d like to put them on the fridge,” he said.

“You can’t do that!” said Arthur and Digby quickly. “We don’t want them on the fridge. We want them in our bedroom.”

“In your bedroom!” exclaimed Mummy. “Where will you put them? All the walls are covered in your pictures already. There’s no more room. No, no, these pictures are really special. Look at what you’ve done with the tiger’s fur! And the cage! And that sushi looks so real, I could almost touch it!” Mummy put out her hand to touch the sushi, but just in time, Arthur whisked the paper away from her. Luckily, because he knew that tiger’s teeth were really sharp.

“Oh,” said Mummy, disappointed.

“We just really like these pictures,” said Digby. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s ok,” said Mummy and Daddy, and they gave the boys a kiss and left the room.

“Thank goodness. That was close,” said Arthur. “We can’t tell Mummy and Daddy about the paintbrushes. What if they thought they were too dangerous? No, we need to keep them somewhere safe. Let’s pick them all up now, and put them at the bottom of the toy box. No one will find them there.”

So they picked up all the paintbrushes and tidied up the paints, and put them at the bottom of their toybox. They though they would be safe there. But how wrong they were!

THE END

(for now, anyway…)

Short Story for Kids by Jade Maitre

Illustrated by Arthur and Digby

Header illustration by Jade Maitre

Let’s Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids

Creativity

1. If you had some magic paintbrushes, can you think of some great things you could paint? Why would you paint those particular things?

2. Can you think of some other ways that Digby and Arthur could have stopped the tiger from eating the antelope?

Conversation

3. What is the best painting you ever did? Why was it so good?

Book Information!

The Magic Paintbrush | Short Kids Stories | Bedtime Stories

Digby and Arthur discover that their paintbrushes are magic and make their pictures real!

URL: https://www. storyberries.com/bedtime-stories-the-magic-paintbrush-by-jade-maitre/

Author: Storyberries

Editor's Rating:
5

Danny and the Dinosaur

Dinosaurs

Does your child love dinosaurs? Enjoy dinosaur stories for preschoolers and toddlers including favorites like Danny the Dinosaur and Pterodactyl Tuxedo.

view all

Robot and the Dinosaur Egg

Dinostory: Stegosaurus

Dinostory: The Egg

Pterodactly Tuxedo

Dinostory: Brachiosaurus

Danny and the Dinosaur

Dinostory: Pterodactyl

One membership, two learning apps for ages 2-8.

TRY IT FOR FREE

Full Text

One day, Danny went to the museum. He wanted to see what was inside. He saw Indians. He saw bears. He saw Eskimos. He saw guns. He saw swords. And he saw… DINOSAURS! Danny loved dinosaurs. He wished he had one. “I’m sorry they’re not real. It would be nice to play with a dinosaur.” “And I think it would be nice to play with you.” “Can you?” “Yes.” “Oh, good! What can we do?” “I can take you for a ride.” “Let’s go!” “Pardon me!” A policeman stared at them. He had never seen a dinosaur stop for a red light. The dinosaur was so tall… …Danny had to hold up the ropes for him. “Look out!” “He thinks you’re a car. Go away, dog. We’re not a car.” “I can make a noise like a car. Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! ” “What big rocks!” “They’re not rocks. They’re buildings!” “I love to climb.” “Watch out!” “Down, boy!” The dinosaur had to be very careful not to knock over houses or stores with his long tail. “Hop on!” “Look!” “All who want to cross the street may walk on my back.” “It’s very nice of you to help me with my bundles.” Danny and the dinosaur went all over town and had lots of fun. “It’s good to take an hour or two off…after a hundred million years!” They even looked at the ball game. “Hit the ball.” “Hit a home run.” “I wish we had a boat.” “Who needs a boat? I can swim.” “Toot, toot!” “Oh, what lovely green grass! I haven’t eaten any of that for a very long time.” “Wait. See what it says?” “Please Keep Off. ” They both had ice cream instead. “Let’s go to the zoo and see the animals.” Everybody came running to see the dinosaur. Nobody stayed to see the lions. Nobody stayed to see the elephants. Nobody stayed to see the monkeys. And nobody stayed to see the seals, giraffes, or hippos either. “Please go away so the animals will get looked at.” “Let’s find my friends.” “OK.” “There they are.” “Why, it’s Danny riding on a dinosaur! Maybe he’ll give us a ride.” “May we have a ride?” “I’d be delighted.” “Hold on tight. Let’s go!” Around and around the block ran the dinosaur, faster and faster and faster. “This is better than a merry-go-round!” “Phew! I’m out of breath!” “Teach him tricks.” Danny taught the dinosaur how to shake hands. “Can you roll over on your back?” “That’s easy.” “He’s smart.” “Let’s play hide-and-seek.” “How do you play it?” “We hide, and you try to find us.” The dinosaur covered his eyes. All the children ran to hide. The dinosaur looked and looked, but he couldn’t find the children. “I give up.” “Here we are!” “Now it’s your turn to hide.” The children covered their eyes. The dinosaur hid behind a house. The children found him. He hid behind a sign. The children found him. He hid behind a big gas tank. The children found him. They found him again, and again, and again. “I guess there’s no place for me to hide!” “Let’s make believe we can’t find him.” “Where can he be?” “Where, oh, where is that dinosaur?” “Where did he go?” “We give up.” “Here I am!” “The dinosaur wins!” “We couldn’t find him!” “He fooled us! Hurrah for the dinosaur! Hurray!” “Well, goodbye, Danny.” “Can’t you come and stay with me? We could have fun.” “No. I’ve had a good time—the best I’ve had in a hundred million years. But now I must get back to the museum. They need me there.” “Oh. Well, goodbye.” Danny watched until the long tail was out of sight. Then he went home alone. “Oh, well. We don’t have room for a pet that size anyway. But we did have a wonderful day.”

1

We take your child's unique passions

2

Add their current reading level

3

And create a personalized learn-to-read plan

4

That teaches them to read and love reading

TRY IT FOR FREE

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.

Baby Dinosaur: read a fairy tale, story for children, full text online

Long ago, dinosaurs grazed on the endless plain.

Dinosaurs were enormous, enormous, each ten times larger than an elephant.

Clumsy, clumsy, they were too lazy to take an extra step. Stretching out their long neck, day and day they moved their heads from side to side. Only having plucked out all the grass in front of them, they reluctantly stepped on.

Dinosaurs grazed like that.

Slowly, unhurriedly moved and moved the jaws.

Why were they in a hurry?

Herbs - as much as you want, the plain has no end in sight.

Imperceptibly, monotonous time dragged on.

Baby dinosaurs appeared, learned to pluck grass, grew up, became big dinosaurs, and, like all others, ate grass from morning to evening, chewed and chewed.

But then one day some kid looked up from the grass. Then he stretched out his neck and raised his head even higher.

Oh, how wonderful it is to look up.

Blueness stretched overhead. Boundless blue. And a red-red ball blazed on it.

— Mom, what is it? the kid was surprised.

The dinosaur mother, busy eating, did not hear his words.

The baby asked again, but the mother again did not answer.

The little dinosaur was offended. He left his mother and wandered to the dinosaurs. It was inconvenient to walk, the long tail interfered - dragged along the ground and pulled back.

- What is that red ball? the kid asked, but no one answered him.

Who knows, perhaps the dinosaurs did not hear the baby, because he pulled his head to the sky, and they - to the ground, pinching and pinching the grass.

The little dinosaur was sad. Lonely sat at a distance from the others, fascinated looking at the red ball.

And the ball floated through the blue and disappeared beyond the edge of the plain.

And immediately it got dark.

The dinosaurs stopped grazing, lay down where they stood and fell asleep.

The baby dinosaur fell asleep too.

The red ball was called the Sun.

The sun has long held a grudge against the dinosaurs, angry with them for not noticing it at all, moving their jaws from morning to evening.

And so the Sun was very happy with the little dinosaur.

Crept up to him, sleeping, and softly kissed him.

Dinosaurs woke up in the morning, saw a yellow spot on the baby's forehead and let's mock him, mock him - well, you have an ornament!

And this was a trace from the kiss of the Sun - a golden speck.

Another reason they laughed at the baby was that he was stretching his head to the sky - as if grass was growing in the sky!

Dinosaurs were having fun, making fun and suddenly remembered the grass, got alarmed - how they forgot, they need to pinch, chew - and they waste so much time in vain.

Dinosaur mother was upset - well, why is her baby so stupid!

And the little dinosaur didn't hear how they laughed at him, kept asking and asking:

— Mom, what's that red ball?

- Stop talking nonsense, put your head down and pluck the grass, chew!

- Chew and chew! How much can you pinch and chew!

- All day, from morning to evening, until it gets dark. And it will get dark, you will sleep,” said the mother dinosaur admonishingly.

— And then?

— Then the day will come again and you will pinch and chew again.

— And all my life like this? Chew and sleep? - the little one was sad. - I will leave you.

— Where are you going? mother was surprised.

- I don't know... I'll leave. I want to know what the red ball is above us.

“You won’t go anywhere,” the dinosaur mother got angry and stepped on the baby’s tail with her huge paw.

The little dinosaur stubbornly rushed to the side and… was left without a tail!

His tail came off.

- Help, hold him! the dinosaur screamed.

Dinosaurs rushed after the baby, but where can they catch up with him - tails interfere.

Dinosaurs lagged behind the fugitive, set to work on their grass, worked with their jaws.

And soon they completely forgot about the stupid little dinosaur.

And the mother dinosaur stopped grieving.

— Why do I need such a fool! He dishonored me, shamed me,” she said, without ceasing to pluck the grass.

And the baby wandered the earth, alone, hungry, and so thin that the dinosaurs would not recognize him. But the dinosaurs did not remember him, nothing occupied them except the grass.

Do you know what happened next?

Love for a little dinosaur made the Sun blaze even brighter, even hotter, and all the grass on the plain burned out!

Dinosaurs were too lazy to look for grass elsewhere and died of hunger.

The little dinosaur went on and on, hoping to find out what the red ball was burning high above him.

When he fell asleep, the Sun came down to him and kissed him…

One morning the little boy fell asleep in the forest. I woke up and it turned out that he was lying on the shore of a small lake. He leaned towards the water and saw that he was covered in golden spots.

He stared in amazement at his own reflection.

A small dinosaur turned into a giraffe!

And then the forest was filled with unfamiliar sounds.

The little boy raised his head - birds chirped and chirped in the trees.

They welcomed the guest.

A little giraffe asked the birds what the red ball was floating in the blue dome.

- This is the Sun, the Sun! It gives us life! the birds sang.

- Sun! Sun! - exclaimed the giraffe and, jubilant, jumped and tumbled - he finally learned what kind of red ball shone high in the blue.

The little giraffe remained in that forest.

His head is always raised and sways beautifully on his long neck.

Learn more

• 
  What is where the wild things are about
• 
  Emergent readers stages
• 
  Learn to write alphabet letters
• 
  Little red riding hood what big ears you have
• 
  Letters games for kids
• 
  Short story of goldilocks and the three bears
• 
  Listening song for preschoolers
• 
  What is a short vowels
• 
  Short vowels lesson
• 
  Hurt feelings kit
• 
  Kids zen garden