Dino thought and thought and then, in a hurry, thought some more. He could have yelled for help and probably scared them all, and maybe they would have blamed him for what had transpired. He could have closed his eyes, and let the moment pass, but alas Dino, had a soft heart of gold, and he couldn’t let it pass. Besides he liked the little girl much too much to just let her go.
Thus there was no time to be wasted and Dino’s decision was made. He followed the winding trail of little footsteps till they abruptly stopped. There hidden beneath the bushes, he saw a little black hole, but too little for any girl to slip and fall thru. Dino bent over his huge frame, till he could peer at the little black hole from close … and in one slow sweeping moment he toppled over into the hole. And then, within moments, he was falling and falling, and falling very fast, through the dark and towards a distant bright light. He crashed softly into a bed of lilies with the most beautiful fragrance he had ever smelt, and quickly his senses lulled him into deep sleep.
Dino woke up to strange voices and gaiety in the distance. He felt so light, in fact so very very small. He looked at himself and was absolutely shocked. Gone was the Dino as he was nowhere to be seen. In his stead was now a little boy, lying amongst the lilies. As he sat up he saw a wondrous sight. Of lights and colors and more amazing still, little people that looked like pixies, and then there were elves and then the little pretty fairies fluttering everywhere. And it seemed like everyone was dancing away to the most melodious tunes. Dino, the little boy, had never seen so much fun in his entire life.
Pray, he asked. Tell me what the celebration is all about. And have you perchance seen a pretty little girl anywhere around?
The nearest elf groaned. Oh Please, Please make it all stop. We are tired from all this dancing. Could you, my boy, somehow help us make it stop?
And that was the strangest request he had heard in his whole life. He looked closer and saw that they were indeed unhappy; so were the elves, the pixies and so too the fairies. He would never have believed that so much festivity could be the reason for displeasure.
Pray, he turned to the elf that had spoken, Dear Elf I do not know how to make the dancing stop. Perhaps you could tell me so that I could help.
Oh my dear boy, you should know, for you are the chosen one from the ancient scripts in the tombs. If there was anyone that knew how to make it all stop, then that would be you and only you my boy.
.But I am just a Dino, the boy almost sighed, and stopped himself short of uttering it aloud, lest then he would have to explain what a Dino was all about. Not only that, he did love being the little boy and not a Dino, and this was just like a dream come true.
But these elves and the pixies and the fairies seemed good and so they needed to be helped, perhaps, even though he knew he was not the chosen one, let alone a little boy. Yet, at that moment, in his mind, a strange vision formed. Of a princess so pretty, she could dazzle the sun, and he, the Dino, kissing her with all his heart.
And Dino, the boy, sat upright in shock. Kiss her? Now, that was a task that seemed more daunting than crossing the seven seas to capture a rogue troll.
