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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 09/24/2016
The Gummy Dinosaur
M, from Wales, United KingdomTerry was a baby T.Rex and he was sad. His tears were like large raindrops as they fell to the ground. He sat down by the large rock and could not stop crying. No-one paid any attention to him.
All his teeth had fallen out.
He did not know what to do.
All the little dinosaurs had started making fun of him because he was gummy and he had lost his roar.
Terry stood up, his tail swinging back and fore.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," said Terry, as he stomped through the bushes.
A baby diplodocus saw him.
"Terry's lost his teeth!" laughed the diplodocus
The baby diplodocus laughed so much that he fell over.
"It's not funny," said Terry, upset as he ran past him.
He found a cave.
Terry was going to stay there until he decided what to do.
The red sky changed to black and the stars appeared.
Terry yawned.
He lay down on the floor.
It will be night-time soon, he thought, and I will dream what to do.
He soon fell fast asleep.
He forgot all about the other dinosaurs making fun of him because he was gummy and he dreamt of the time they were all scared of his mighty roar.
The next morning Bernie, the Brachiosaurus, was chewing leaves on his tree.
Bernie was a huge dinosaur and he had a short temper.
His long neck could reach the biggest trees and he ate all kinds of leaves.
Bernie munched his leaves and heard someone crying.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," wailed Terry.
"I know that voice," said Bernie, looking around anxiously.
Bernie walked through the bushes and trees until he came to a quarry.
All the other dinosaurs were scared when they heard Bernie’s footsteps.
They sounded like thunder.
Terry was sitting on a rock, wiping his eyes.
"I thought it was you," smiled Bernie.
Terry did not answer.
Bernie could see that his mouth looked funny.
"What's the matter with your mouth?” said Bernie anxiously.
Terry looked at him sadly.
He opened his mouth.
"All my teeth have fallen out, Bernie," he whispered.
Bernie was shocked as he walked toward him.
"I warned you about this," said Bernie. "You were always eating sweets when you were growing up. You would not listen to your mother and father. That's why your teeth have fallen out because of all the sweet things you chewed."
"You're right," said Terry.
"I know I am," said Bernie. "I warned you often enough, didn't I?"
Terry nodded his head.
"What am I going to do now?" asked Terry. "I am the King of the dinosaurs. Everyone is laughing at me because I've lost my roar and my teeth have fallen out."
"That is a problem," said Bernie, thinking.
Bernie did not have time to say anything else.
A large shadow appeared overhead.
It was Pete, the Pterodactyl.
He made a safe landing and walked slowly toward them, flapping his wings.
Pete knew something was wrong.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Bernie explained the problem.
"I don't know what you're worrying about," laughed Pete.
"Can you help me?" asked Terry hopefully.
"I think I can," said Pete, looking at Bernie.
"Simon could help him," replied Pete.
"Yes," said Bernie happily. "He can do anything."
Terry's face brightened up.
"Can he make false teeth, Pete?" asked Terry.
"Yes," said Pete. "Simon, the Stegosaurus, is a clever chap."
Pete looked at Terry.
"Right, Terry," he said, "you're going to have to sit down. I want to measure your mouth."
Terry sat down, while Pete measured his mouth.
"That's perfect, Terry," said Pete. "I'll be back in a few hours."
Pete did not say where Simon lived.
Simon was the oldest dinosaur who lived in the valley.
He was a wise dinosaur and if there was trouble, or other dinosaurs needed help, he always appeared as if by magic. Everyone liked him.
Pete flew away and waved to Bernie and Terry.
"I'll see you later!" he shouted.
Bernie and Terry waved and watched him until he vanished in the distance.
Bernie waited with Terry until Pete returned.
"I've been a silly boy," said Terry sadly.
"I know," said Bernie. "If you hadn't eaten all those sweets, you'd have your teeth today."
Terry was ashamed. He did not know what to say.
"Bernie," said Terry shyly, "you won't tell anyone about my false teeth. I want everyone to think that I was only kidding about my teeth falling out.”
"If it makes you happy, I will not say a word," said Bernie.
Terry heard the flapping of Pete's wings in the sky.
"There he is!" said Terry excitedly, pointing his little hand at the sky.
Pete landed and looked tired.
"Here you are" said Pete, handing Terry his new set of teeth which he had hidden in his wing pocket.
Terry jumped for joy.
He could not believe it.
"How am I ever going to repay you, Pete?," he said joyfully.
"Simon said to look after them, Terry, because if you lose these there won't be another pair."
Bernie watched as Terry put his new teeth into his mouth and he looked his old self again. He looked like a proper T.Rex with his menacing walk.
"Do you mind if I practice a tiny roar," said Terry slyly.
"Go ahead," said Bernie.
"Cover your ears," whispered Pete as Terry took a deep breath and let out a terrific roar.
All the dinosaurs in the valley heard this roar. They knew it was a T.Rex. The puzzle was which one because they all knew Terry had lost his roar.
"That was brilliant," said Terry, who was very pleased with himself.
"Well, I’ve got to be getting home," said Pete. "My family will be wondering where I've gone."
"I have got to go as well," said Bernie.
"Thanks for your help, my friends," said Terry.
Pete had a final word for Terry before he flew off.
"Remember to look after those teeth, Terry. Simon won’t make you another set."
"I'll look after them," said Terry.
Terry watched Pete fly away as Bernie walked slowly through the forest.
Terry ran back to his cave and ate the first bit of meat he had had for weeks. He licked his lips and was happy he would not have to suck those silly leaves anymore.
Terry was so excited that he did not sleep much that night.
The next morning he was up very early.
When he was walking toward the stream, he saw Pete in the sky.
Terry waved to him.
Pete waved back.
Terry saw the two baby diplodocuses coming toward him. They were the ones who were always making fun of him.
Were they ever in for a shock today! thought Terry.
"Terry's got no teeth!" they shouted.
Terry pretended to cry.
The little diplodocuses were about to laugh, but they stopped when they saw the mean look in Terry's eye as he jumped forward, mouth open, showing his new teeth, and let out the loudest roar which had ever been heard in the valley.
"Run!" cried one of the little diplodocuses.
Terry laughed as they ran through the forest.
"That'll teach them," said Terry. No-one would make fun of him again now he had his teeth back.
Terry was not mean like other T.Rex's. He was fair, but still liked to show who the boss was.
Bernie and Pete heard about what he did to the little diplodocuses and they laughed. They knew Terry was as playful as ever.
Terry kept his promise to Bernie and Pete to look after his false teeth.
They were the only ones he had now. He knew nothing could beat his old teeth. If he had only listened to his mother and father, Terry knew he would have had his own teeth today. He never again ate any sweets.
The Gummy Dinosaur(Glyndwr Edwards)
Terry was a baby T.Rex and he was sad. His tears were like large raindrops as they fell to the ground. He sat down by the large rock and could not stop crying. No-one paid any attention to him.
All his teeth had fallen out.
He did not know what to do.
All the little dinosaurs had started making fun of him because he was gummy and he had lost his roar.
Terry stood up, his tail swinging back and fore.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," said Terry, as he stomped through the bushes.
A baby diplodocus saw him.
"Terry's lost his teeth!" laughed the diplodocus
The baby diplodocus laughed so much that he fell over.
"It's not funny," said Terry, upset as he ran past him.
He found a cave.
Terry was going to stay there until he decided what to do.
The red sky changed to black and the stars appeared.
Terry yawned.
He lay down on the floor.
It will be night-time soon, he thought, and I will dream what to do.
He soon fell fast asleep.
He forgot all about the other dinosaurs making fun of him because he was gummy and he dreamt of the time they were all scared of his mighty roar.
The next morning Bernie, the Brachiosaurus, was chewing leaves on his tree.
Bernie was a huge dinosaur and he had a short temper.
His long neck could reach the biggest trees and he ate all kinds of leaves.
Bernie munched his leaves and heard someone crying.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," wailed Terry.
"I know that voice," said Bernie, looking around anxiously.
Bernie walked through the bushes and trees until he came to a quarry.
All the other dinosaurs were scared when they heard Bernie’s footsteps.
They sounded like thunder.
Terry was sitting on a rock, wiping his eyes.
"I thought it was you," smiled Bernie.
Terry did not answer.
Bernie could see that his mouth looked funny.
"What's the matter with your mouth?” said Bernie anxiously.
Terry looked at him sadly.
He opened his mouth.
"All my teeth have fallen out, Bernie," he whispered.
Bernie was shocked as he walked toward him.
"I warned you about this," said Bernie. "You were always eating sweets when you were growing up. You would not listen to your mother and father. That's why your teeth have fallen out because of all the sweet things you chewed."
"You're right," said Terry.
"I know I am," said Bernie. "I warned you often enough, didn't I?"
Terry nodded his head.
"What am I going to do now?" asked Terry. "I am the King of the dinosaurs. Everyone is laughing at me because I've lost my roar and my teeth have fallen out."
"That is a problem," said Bernie, thinking.
Bernie did not have time to say anything else.
A large shadow appeared overhead.
It was Pete, the Pterodactyl.
He made a safe landing and walked slowly toward them, flapping his wings.
Pete knew something was wrong.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Bernie explained the problem.
"I don't know what you're worrying about," laughed Pete.
"Can you help me?" asked Terry hopefully.
"I think I can," said Pete, looking at Bernie.
"Simon could help him," replied Pete.
"Yes," said Bernie happily. "He can do anything."
Terry's face brightened up.
"Can he make false teeth, Pete?" asked Terry.
"Yes," said Pete. "Simon, the Stegosaurus, is a clever chap."
Pete looked at Terry.
"Right, Terry," he said, "you're going to have to sit down. I want to measure your mouth."
Terry sat down, while Pete measured his mouth.
"That's perfect, Terry," said Pete. "I'll be back in a few hours."
Pete did not say where Simon lived.
Simon was the oldest dinosaur who lived in the valley.
He was a wise dinosaur and if there was trouble, or other dinosaurs needed help, he always appeared as if by magic. Everyone liked him.
Pete flew away and waved to Bernie and Terry.
"I'll see you later!" he shouted.
Bernie and Terry waved and watched him until he vanished in the distance.
Bernie waited with Terry until Pete returned.
"I've been a silly boy," said Terry sadly.
"I know," said Bernie. "If you hadn't eaten all those sweets, you'd have your teeth today."
Terry was ashamed. He did not know what to say.
"Bernie," said Terry shyly, "you won't tell anyone about my false teeth. I want everyone to think that I was only kidding about my teeth falling out.”
"If it makes you happy, I will not say a word," said Bernie.
Terry heard the flapping of Pete's wings in the sky.
"There he is!" said Terry excitedly, pointing his little hand at the sky.
Pete landed and looked tired.
"Here you are" said Pete, handing Terry his new set of teeth which he had hidden in his wing pocket.
Terry jumped for joy.
He could not believe it.
"How am I ever going to repay you, Pete?," he said joyfully.
"Simon said to look after them, Terry, because if you lose these there won't be another pair."
Bernie watched as Terry put his new teeth into his mouth and he looked his old self again. He looked like a proper T.Rex with his menacing walk.
"Do you mind if I practice a tiny roar," said Terry slyly.
"Go ahead," said Bernie.
"Cover your ears," whispered Pete as Terry took a deep breath and let out a terrific roar.
All the dinosaurs in the valley heard this roar. They knew it was a T.Rex. The puzzle was which one because they all knew Terry had lost his roar.
"That was brilliant," said Terry, who was very pleased with himself.
"Well, I’ve got to be getting home," said Pete. "My family will be wondering where I've gone."
"I have got to go as well," said Bernie.
"Thanks for your help, my friends," said Terry.
Pete had a final word for Terry before he flew off.
"Remember to look after those teeth, Terry. Simon won’t make you another set."
"I'll look after them," said Terry.
Terry watched Pete fly away as Bernie walked slowly through the forest.
Terry ran back to his cave and ate the first bit of meat he had had for weeks. He licked his lips and was happy he would not have to suck those silly leaves anymore.
Terry was so excited that he did not sleep much that night.
The next morning he was up very early.
When he was walking toward the stream, he saw Pete in the sky.
Terry waved to him.
Pete waved back.
Terry saw the two baby diplodocuses coming toward him. They were the ones who were always making fun of him.
Were they ever in for a shock today! thought Terry.
"Terry's got no teeth!" they shouted.
Terry pretended to cry.
The little diplodocuses were about to laugh, but they stopped when they saw the mean look in Terry's eye as he jumped forward, mouth open, showing his new teeth, and let out the loudest roar which had ever been heard in the valley.
"Run!" cried one of the little diplodocuses.
Terry laughed as they ran through the forest.
"That'll teach them," said Terry. No-one would make fun of him again now he had his teeth back.
Terry was not mean like other T.Rex's. He was fair, but still liked to show who the boss was.
Bernie and Pete heard about what he did to the little diplodocuses and they laughed. They knew Terry was as playful as ever.
Terry kept his promise to Bernie and Pete to look after his false teeth.
They were the only ones he had now. He knew nothing could beat his old teeth. If he had only listened to his mother and father, Terry knew he would have had his own teeth today. He never again ate any sweets.
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