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This is a story I wrote for my son, Alex, when he was a little boy. He loved dinosaurs. He is now 16 and very proud of him indeed. I used Maurice Sendak's, "Where the Wild Things Are" as a spring board and included personal experiences with my little boy.
Sendak himself said his story was about the natural mischief of children. It is an excellent explanation as well to interpret how our Father in Heaven sees us, his children, with undying love no matter how many mistakes we make as my short story portrays.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Goes Alex the T-Rex!
“He goes like this, Mommy!” Little Alex roars with his little hands clutched to his side to make for the T-Rex’s little hands.
“Rrrrroooaaar!” says Alex the T-Rex. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Alex stomps his way into and out the kitchen where his Mom is cooking dinner.
The mighty T-Rex in his domain is about to unleash his wrath and power for all to see. He stomps to the swamp to tease the dinosaurs of the land at the lake!
“Rrrroaarr!” He goes with his horrible sound! “It’s my turn for water, stegosaurus! I’m the king of the jungle, out of the way!” Stegosaurus steps aside to let Alex T-Rex take his drink because he knows that he IS the king of the jungle.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! He stomps to the tallest tree and sees the Brontosaurus taking a bite of leaves.
“Rrrroaarr! Give me those leaves, Brontosaurus! I’m the king of the jungle, out of the way!” Brontosaurus offers his branch to Alex T-Rex because he knows he truly is the king.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! He makes his way into a large, cold cave at the side of the mountain. Inside velociraptor is sleeping on her soft nest of leaves that she picked the day before.
“Rrrroaarr! Move over and let me rest, velociraptor! I’m the king of the jungle, out of the way!” Velociraptor gives up her nest because she knows Alex T-Rex is the king.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Alex hears the clackity-clack of pans in his domain. Then he hears splashing of water coming from the sink in his Mom’s kitchen. Alex T-Rex stomps into his Mom’s kitchen once again.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
“Rrrroaarr! Give me some chocolate milk! I’m the king of the jungle, out of my way!”
His Mama sweeps him off the floor, and says, “I’m the queen of this kitchen, little man! Put those claws up and stomp yourself to bed!”
Mama gives him a hug and kiss. “You are the king of my world, little man!”
Mama stomps the little T-Rex to bed. “Good night, little man. I love you”, she says. “Good night, Mommy, I love you too”, says Alex.
Alex lay in his bed, staring into the starry night outside his bedroom window. He has his favorite T-Rex toy by his side.
Stomp, stomp, stomping… in his dreams!
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