Havana Oh Na Na;; Growth 1 Part 1 - Teeth.

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]He read about dinosaurs in his picture books. They weren't portrayed as evil like dragons. In fact, they were mysterious and old, ancient and inspiring. Sometimes the boy would close his book and give off a mystified sigh, gaze twinkling as he imagined such tall herbivorous beasts walking over The Typhoon and him weaving between their legs. He wanted to graze grass with the triceratops, walk on two feet like a tyrannosaurus-rex, fly like a pterodactyl. Elijah stretched his wings, outside exploring and talking to a rabbit plush that was hanging over his head, speaking Latin to the inanimate object as he pointed out plants of interest. For example, he found some marigold, telling his imaginary friend its healing qualities and how his mama used it. He didn't, however, expect to hear an unfamiliar sound of an animal he didn't know, ears perking in curiosity as he toddles towards some bushes. He pushes himself through the spaces, wriggling his bottom and flopping onto the ground on the other side. He slowly looks up, tilting his head at the language being spoken before rising onto his paws, squeaking: "Dinosaur!" The small boy was running towards the raptor, wobbly movements as his eyes gleamed in elation. If he was allowed to, he would probably run straight into Masie and fall onto the ground. He wasn't really thinking about what he wanted to do once he got there. He simply was overwhelmed to see that dinosaurs were alive.