George looked at his cup and frowned, "Who's big idea was this?"
Hilda and Stephan strained to keep a straight face. Frank, however, couldn't control himself. "Big idea!" He laughed, "Big idea!"
George looked up to the rim of his cup towering above him. "Does anyone have a bendy straw?"
Hilda finally succumbed to her giggles and put her paw on George's leathery hide. "Oh, George, " she smiled, "you're the sweetest stegosaurus I know."
George couldn't blush, which was probably a good thing. Hilda swished her tail as she walked slowly back to her spot at the picnic blanket. Using her tiny hands, she held her tea cup delicately. Drinking from it, however, was another story. The teeth of a tyrannosaurus rex were not designed to sup on a cup of tea.
"So where did that big cup come from?" Frank asked. "Really wish I could say that it was my idea, but sadly it wasn't."
"Well, you are supposedly the clever one out of us," George replied. "At least, you're forever telling us that velociraptors are cleverer than the rest of us. So you tell us?"
Frank smirked.
Hilda, so often the calm one, hushed the boys before an argument could start. "If none of us did it, how did it get here?"
"This isn't the first time strange things like this have happened." George said, eyeing his massive tea cup, "Do you remember that time when my daffodil grew a hundred foot tall? It was a bulb one day, and an enormous flower the next. That was a bit weird too."
Stephan the triceratops, mumbled. He never spoke out loud on account of his shyness. Also because his mouth didn't open properly. It was almost as if it was glued almost shut. He could just fit a straw in to it, and so was a frequent soup eater.
There were many occasions where the unexplained happened. The friends witnessed such strange things that you and I would find most peculiar, but they happened so often to them, that it had become normal. The enormous tea cup was just another such time.
Frank giggled, "Everything is weird! Lets not even mention the size of that Bourbon biscuit!"
They all looked across to the huge biscuit, sitting suspiciously on a plate a little bigger than George's huge tea cup saucer.
"I am hungry!" Hilda licked her lips.
Stephan mumbled something and in one smooth movement, broke a huge chunk off the corner of the bourbon. He then proceeded to lick and suck it through the tiny hole in his mouth.
Hilder tutted, "You have no manners, Stephan. No manners at all!" She then broke a smaller piece off with her tiny hands and dipped it carefully in her tea before nibbling at it with her big teeth.
George looked back up to his huge cup of tea, "Are you all sure that you don't have a straw?"
Hilda and Stephan strained to keep a straight face. Frank, however, couldn't control himself. "Big idea!" He laughed, "Big idea!"
George looked up to the rim of his cup towering above him. "Does anyone have a bendy straw?"
Hilda finally succumbed to her giggles and put her paw on George's leathery hide. "Oh, George, " she smiled, "you're the sweetest stegosaurus I know."
George couldn't blush, which was probably a good thing. Hilda swished her tail as she walked slowly back to her spot at the picnic blanket. Using her tiny hands, she held her tea cup delicately. Drinking from it, however, was another story. The teeth of a tyrannosaurus rex were not designed to sup on a cup of tea.
"So where did that big cup come from?" Frank asked. "Really wish I could say that it was my idea, but sadly it wasn't."
"Well, you are supposedly the clever one out of us," George replied. "At least, you're forever telling us that velociraptors are cleverer than the rest of us. So you tell us?"
Frank smirked.
Hilda, so often the calm one, hushed the boys before an argument could start. "If none of us did it, how did it get here?"
"This isn't the first time strange things like this have happened." George said, eyeing his massive tea cup, "Do you remember that time when my daffodil grew a hundred foot tall? It was a bulb one day, and an enormous flower the next. That was a bit weird too."
Stephan the triceratops, mumbled. He never spoke out loud on account of his shyness. Also because his mouth didn't open properly. It was almost as if it was glued almost shut. He could just fit a straw in to it, and so was a frequent soup eater.
There were many occasions where the unexplained happened. The friends witnessed such strange things that you and I would find most peculiar, but they happened so often to them, that it had become normal. The enormous tea cup was just another such time.
Frank giggled, "Everything is weird! Lets not even mention the size of that Bourbon biscuit!"
They all looked across to the huge biscuit, sitting suspiciously on a plate a little bigger than George's huge tea cup saucer.
"I am hungry!" Hilda licked her lips.
Stephan mumbled something and in one smooth movement, broke a huge chunk off the corner of the bourbon. He then proceeded to lick and suck it through the tiny hole in his mouth.
Hilder tutted, "You have no manners, Stephan. No manners at all!" She then broke a smaller piece off with her tiny hands and dipped it carefully in her tea before nibbling at it with her big teeth.
George looked back up to his huge cup of tea, "Are you all sure that you don't have a straw?"
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