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Story number 1 - Rowan's Dinosaur
My name is Rowan and this is my pet, Spot the mouse. I want to tell you how a funny little dinosaur came to live with me and the fun we had together.
One day I glued together lots of fabric scraps and bits of wool and made a big picture of a dinosaur. He had a yellow body, a tuft of blue wool for hair and a bead for his eye. I showed the picture to Grandma and told her that I would like to keep a dinosaur as a pet but Grandma laughed and said dinosaurs made very bad pets but . . . .
The next day she gave me a woolly sweater that she had made for me and on the front she had knitted a row of dinosaurs. They looked really fierce and they frightened my sister Holly but I couldn't wait to try on my new dinosaur sweater and . . . .
When I showed it to Holly she said the dinosaur sweater didn't look half so frightening with me inside it. I don't think Spot the mouse was very keen as he sat on top of his cage looking rather worried. Then . . . .
I went to show Grandma. She was knitting in the garden and said that I looked like a really brave dinosaur hunter and that wearing dinosaurs on your sweater was much better than keeping one as a pet. Suddenly . . . .
Grandma jumped up, dropped her knitting needles and screamed. She pointed at her knitting bag saying that there was a huge rat crawling out of it. I watched as a funny little head with beady eyes and blue woolly hair popped out. But it wasn't a rat it was . . . .
My dinosaur! It ran out of the bag and across the garden terrifying my poor Uncle who was trying out his new skis on the wet grassy slope. I ran after the little creature but he was too quick for me and then to my dismay . . . .
He went out of the garden and into the wood. He ran straight passed the clever detective, Padlock Homes, and then between the legs of his friend Bramble, who almost fell over with surprise. I was following close behind but . . . .
By the time I arrived the naughty little creature had hidden in a large pile of logs and all I could see was a funny little head poking out. I clambered over the logs and was about to catch him when . . . .
Off he ran once more. Now everyone joined the chase. Me, my sister Holly, Padlock Homes, his friend Bramble, Uncle with his skis and Grandma clutching her knitting bag. On and on we went until . . . .
At last, at the top of a very steep hill, we caught up with him. The little creature was surrounded and Padlock Homes said we must all keep very still. Everyone held their breath and no one moved except me and . . . .
I crept very quietly up to my dinosaur and all the time he was watching me with his little beady eyes. Very, very slowly I bent down to pick him up but . . . .
The rascally little creature scurried off once more and disappeared. Then I spotted a little tuft of blue woolly hair so I hid behind a rock and waited. Slowly the hair moved, then two beady eyes appeared. I jumped out from behind the rock and grabbed him and everybody cheered. Holding on to my dinosaur very tightly we all went home. Then . . . .
Padlock Homes let me look through all his big books to see if I could find a picture of my dinosaur so that I could give him a name. But do you know? Not one book had a picture of him. So I said that I would call him 'Isaur' because I saw him first. I looked at Isaur and decided he must be hungry after such a big adventure but . . . .
He didn't want to eat honey sandwiches and chocolate biscuits. The only thing he seemed to like eating was Grandma's knitting wool, which was very odd. So, when Grandma wasn't looking, I put some of her wool in a bowl and guess what? He gobbled down every bit.
© John Phillips and Wendy Phillips