How Do you Take Care of a Dinosaur?

When dad came home from his trip to South America, he brought me a large, yellow, spotted egg that he bought from the street vendor. The vendor told him that it was a very special egg. I couldn't wait for it to hatch. Was I ever surprised when it did! I turned to my dad and said, "I might be mistaken, but that sure looks like a dinosaur!" How do you take care of a dinosaur?

My dad said it was my responsibility to look after it. I tried to persuade him to take it back to South America, but he wouldn't. I didn't know what to do, so I had to take care of it like when I was babysitting my neighbor's son. I put a name for the baby dinosaur, it was Max because he was very big. Max was very annoying, he wanted to eat every time. He kept eating until the fridge was run out of food. My dad had to drive to the grocery store to buy some more.

When Max was young, it was very easy for me to take a shower for him, but now he was too big he couldn't fit in the bathroom, so he had to take a shower in our back yard. I taught Max lots of trick, he was very smart he could learn them very quickly. Everyday, Max was getting bigger and bigger, he couldn't fit in his room so dad let him sleep in the back yard. When I saw him grew everyday it made me feel so proud of myself that I could take care of a dinosaur.

One day, I didn't know what was wrong with Max. He kept screaming out loud and everyone in my neighborhood saw him and ran to the police station and told the police that our house had a dinosaur. Dad was very angry and went to the back yard and blamed Max. When Max saw dad yelling at him, he was furious and ate dad. I was so scared then I hid in the bathroom. After that Max went to the neighborhood and started to eat those people one by one.

When the police came, they tried to shoot Max but it was useless. Max got very mad when he saw the police then he ate them too. He kept eating now all there was left is me, I was very frightened so I started to run everywhere. Finally, Max got me so I closed my eyes and screamed. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my room and everything was normal. I told this to my dad, he said that it was just a nightmare. I was so relief then I ate my breakfast very happily.