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The Dinosaur Who Followed Me Home
Ages 3–5
Milo knows almost everything about dinosaurs—but he has never found giant muddy dinosaur footprints outside
his own back door. Behind the shed waits a very real, very embarrassed little dinosaur with a flowerpot on one foot and a bucket on the other. Getting unstuck is only the beginning of this stompy garden surprise.
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Milo loved dinosaurs.
Big dinosaurs.
Tiny dinosaurs.
Stompy dinosaurs.
Spiky dinosaurs.
He drew them on paper.
He built them from blocks.
He even ate dinosaur-shaped toast.
But Milo had never met a real dinosaur.
Of course.
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One morning, Milo found three enormous footprints outside his back door.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Milo stared.
His cat, Pickles, stared.
The footprints crossed the patio...
and stopped beside the shed.
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Milo tiptoed closer.
Scritch-scratch.
Something moved behind the shed.
Milo peeked around one side.
Nothing.
He peeked around the other.
Nothing.
Then—
SNIFF!
A little green nose poked out above his head.
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Milo looked up.
A dinosaur looked down.
It was green.
It was spotty.
It had a very long neck.
But it was not enormous.
Its feet were enormous.
The rest of it was only a little taller than Milo.
“Oh,” said Milo.
“You have very big shoes.”
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The dinosaur lifted one foot.
A flowerpot was stuck on it.
It lifted the other.
A bucket was stuck on that one.
STOMP.
CLONK.
STOMP.
CLONK.
Milo giggled.
The dinosaur did not.
It looked terribly embarrassed.
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“Hold still,” said Milo.
He tugged the flowerpot.
Tug-tug-tug—
POP!
The pot came off.
The dinosaur wobbled backward.
Its long neck bumped the washing line.
WHOOSH!
A yellow sock landed on its head.
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Pickles the cat puffed up.
The dinosaur froze.
Pickles took one tiny step.
The dinosaur took one BIG step back.
CLONK!
The bucket foot landed in the watering can.
Now the dinosaur had a bucket on one foot...
and a watering can on the other.
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Milo tried not to laugh.
He really tried.
The dinosaur looked at its feet.
Then at Milo.
Then at its feet again.
A tiny sound came from its nose.
“Pffft.”
Milo snorted.
The dinosaur snorted.
Soon they were both laughing.
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“We need a plan,” said Milo.
He put a cushion on the grass.
“Foot here.”
The dinosaur stepped onto it.
Milo held the bucket.
“Ready?”
Tug-tug-tug—
POP!
Off came the bucket.
One foot free!
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“Now the watering can.”
The dinosaur put its other foot on the cushion.
Pickles sat beside Milo.
“Ready?”
Milo pulled.
Pickles watched.
The dinosaur leaned.
Tug...
tug...
TUG—
POP!
The watering can flew off and landed neatly on the grass.
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The dinosaur lifted one foot.
Then the other.
No pot.
No bucket.
No watering can.
It danced.
STOMP-STOMP.
WIGGLE-WIGGLE.
STOMP!
Milo danced too.
Pickles did not dance.
Pickles was a cat.
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Then the dinosaur looked toward the open garden gate.
Beyond it were three muddy footprints.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Milo understood.
“You didn’t follow me home,” he said.
“You got lost.”
The dinosaur nuzzled his shoulder.
Then it followed its own footprints back through the gate.
Milo waved.
Pickles flicked her tail.
And on the patio sat one enormous muddy footprint.
Milo smiled.
This one, he decided, could stay.
The Dinosaur Who Followed Me Home
The End
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