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TROY FINDS THE DINOSAURS storybook for ages 5-8

Story ID:4878
Written by:Richard Laurent. Provencher (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:Retired
Story type:Story
Location:Truro Nova Scotia Canada
Year:2009
Person:Richard & Esther Provencher
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Richard & Esther Provencher
81 Queen Street, Unit 6, Truro, Nova Scotia
Canada B2N 2B2 Tel (902) 897-2344
E-mail: richardprov1@netscape.net

A Storybook for ages 5-8
Word Count = 775






TROY FINDS THE DINOSAURS


“Will the storm be long?” Troy asked nervously.

“Try not to worry, “ mom answered. “The weatherman promised it would pass quickly. Now get some sleep.”

“Pretend you’re tenting outside,” dad said bravely. Then his parents hurried downstairs.

Troy tried to chase away the shivers.

Outside his window the night was alive with booming sounds. Brilliant flashes lit up the sky.

“Tick…Tock,” seemed to go on forever, from Troy’s clock.

Above the house, the crash of lightning convinced the boy to crawl further under the blankets. His window rattled.

He bumped into his backpack under the covers. It was filled with favorite toys, games and comic books. Troy didn’t forget “Panda” his friend since the age of two.

A huge bag of popcorn was close, rippled chips too. Everything was here---what’s moving around his toes?
“Ouch, that hurt” he said suddenly. What was under his blanket? Troy rummaged through his backpack.

“Omigosh,” Troy said. “I forgot to pack my flashlight.”

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

Moving quickly he jumped back into bed, forcing cold feet to the very end of his blankets. Bare toes rested on something rough. Yikes! He wasn’t alone in bed!

Under the covers it was black as coal, almost like looking up at a dark blanket of sky. Instead of gleaming stars, he was sure a pair of eyes looked back.

Growling sounds came from under the covers. Chewing his thumb Troy turned on the flashlight. The sound had been terrifying. It couldn’t be…?” his voice moaned.

Impossible, wasn’t it? A dinosaur couldn’t fit under bed covers belonging to a little boy. Right? Wrong.

Staring back was a Stegosaurus. It was munching on an open bag of Troy’s Hostess vinegar chips. The boy watched in fascination as the animal licked up the last few crumbs.

“Get away!” Troy bellowed. The animal grumbled something under the blanket-sky, leaving the boy’s toes alone for now.

As more noises rumbled, his flashlight spotted a Triceratops and a Deinonychus. Also a Tyranosaurus!

“Run!” Troy yelled in the darkness. It was like being in an alien world under his blankets. His heart thumped against his chest. Lightning zapped.

Racing toward him was a Dicraeosaurus. It was a plant eater and wouldn’t hurt him. But, he couldn’t take a chance.

Pulling a fire engine from his backpack, he jumped into the front seat. And turned the siren on full.

A Ceratosaurus and Albertosaurus bounded after him. They were more like friendly dogs wanting to play. Troy didn’t wish to get squashed like a ripe tomato.

He stomped on the gas pedal and the fire engine leaped forward.

The road stopped by a narrow path leading into a forest. Troy parked, then laced on new sneakers from his backpack.

Blowing his whistle, he warned anything moving to get out of his way. A pair of boy’s feet escaped down the trail, each step trying to outrun the other.

One arm held tightly to ‘Panda.’

The wind blew off his cap. Branches brushed against his face. There was no way he would let those dinosaurs catch, or eat him. Growls and pounding feet kept coming.

Reaching into his backpack Troy grabbed a pair of roller blades. He knew he could easily skate away to safety. But, a sneaky tree root sent him diving headfirst into the mud.

Time to climb a tree. Skinny legs scrambled up the trunk. “Mom, where are you?” Troy shouted. “Daddd!” Like a monkey he climbed higher and higher.

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

The boy almost burst out laughing. This couldn’t be happening.

“TROYYY!” was from a voice sounding far away. The sound moved back and forth like an echo. Yes, someone was shouting his name!

The boy flung off his blankets, sat up, and stared at mom and dad. He blinked as morning’s sun streamed through Venetian blinds.

“Panda” was tucked under his arm.

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

Troy stared blankly at his mom.

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

Dad said, “I see they’re spread across your pillow.”

Troy felt weird as dad pointed.

In a neat row he saw a variety of colorful dinosaurs. There was the friendly green Dicraeosaurus, and a ferocious looking red Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Right in the middle was the figure of a boy holding tightly to something.

It was a Panda bear.

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© Richard & Esther Provencher 2009
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