Mr. Rexy the Vegetarian Dinosaur Dragon

This guy right here is Mr. Rexy. He might look a might bit scary with all of those giant sharp teeth and spikes, but he is a gentle fellow. He is a vegetarian, and he is half T-Rex, half Hookfang dragon. He has gotten a bad rap, you see, from looking so mean. Really, though, he is like a giant teddy bear.
Mr. Rexy had a problem today, however, because a bunch of Pterodactyls “took the rocks from the lake trying to hit him because they were scared of him. They didn’t know he was nice because they never talked to him to see if he was really scary or if he just looked scary.”
Even though this was a bad move on the Pterodactyls’ part, it worked to Mr. Rexy’s advantage. The wet rocks worked to stop the lava from the volcano was erupting, because sometimes “good things happen from bad things.” The volcano is now just “drooling” lava and can’t hurt Mr. Rexy or anyone else. Sometimes we save the day even the original intention wasn’t the right one.
What we do know is that Mr. Rexy needs friends. And maybe a hug. We all need hugs sometimes, just be careful because this vegetarian half T-Rex half Hookfang doesn’t always watch where his spikes go. Hug at your own risk.
The Wonders of Princess Dresses and Candy…
I don’t always have to be Dorian, little toddler. I can be lots of things like a pirate or Supergirl, and last week, on the big day called Halloween when everyone dresses up like characters (even a lot of big people), I got to be a teeny Elsa. Aren’t I beautiful? I have the right hair for it after all, so I can pull it off really well, and people all night said the word “aww” as they saw me running down the street. I know that the word “aww” means adorable, so I was really proud walking around all night.
My sister Addie, even though she is normally bigger, became my little sister Ana, so we were sisters in real life and pretend too.
My sister Lilli was a vampire queen, but she wasn’t so scary, she was just really pretty like a real life queen.
My giant brother Jonah, because he is so, so old now, never could decide what he wanted to be… he just wanted candy. He dressed up in the blue creepy mask from his room and all black, and he was so scary that I had to make sure that it was him under there.
Once we got all fancy, we went over to our friends Jill and Stacie’s house to trick or treat. It was a huge place full of a lot of children all dressed up, so many that the streets were filled and no one could drive anywhere– we all had to walk.
There were kids of all sizes and a lot that were little like me, all getting so much candy that we still have boxes and bags full at home.
The neighborhood was all in lights and scary things all over, and it kept going and going so far that you couldn’t see the end of everything… candy in every house, like a Halloween wonderland. There were giant dragons…
And big kitty cats with glowing eyes…
And there was even a scary bear that was in our party with giant teeth, but I am not afraid of almost anything, so I loved him and his shiny teeth and kept trying to get back to him to see him smile at me again and again.
Jill and Stacie’s house had crawling zombies and creatures in mirrors that said “let me out of here!” over and over and a giant man in a mask that Daddy said was “Hannibal Lecter” whoever that was that talked to you when you got near him. I was supposed to be scared of those things I think, but I am very brave, and I also don’t really understand this “scary” and “not scary” business yet. I just look to make sure that my family is around me and that I am safe, and if I feel very scared, I find my Mommy and say “I got choo” and hold onto her. I didn’t ever get scared at all this time, though, because I was a brave and strong little snow queen.
I can’t wait until next year when we get to dress up and do it all over again. Mama says that I will understand even more about Halloween next year, but I already have the hang of it. I learned how to say trick or treat and how to hold a really heavy basket of candy, so I think I am now a Halloween professional. I’ll just be even bigger and better the next time around. That Hannibal guy better watch out because I will be talking more then, and I might scare him instead of him trying to scare me.
One Ball to Rule Them All.
I have it. I have the powerful glowing light in my warm tub of bubbles and toys. My Daddy gave it to me, and it’s all mine. I feel all powerful, saying “ooooo” at the bright presence in the tub. My Daddy told me that I remind him of the powerful Sauron in the book “The Lord of the Rings,” only he said that I am not a dark force but one of light instead. Mama has told me a bit about those stories, and apparently there is a ring that is so, so powerful that no one can truly hold it without feeling its power, and that a dark lord named Sauron created it to have dominion over the whole world of a place called Middle Earth. Maybe the ball is like that, and I have power over everything in my house when I hold this mighty ball. I am not, though, returning the ball anywhere. It is mine… my precious.
One ball to rule them all, one ball to find them,
One ball to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.