Sunday, June 29, 2008

Diary of a Diplodocus: Seaside

"The morning dawned bright and clear. I wandered down to the Tethys Ocean for a wee dip. The locals say that due to the tectonic movements of the earth's crust the Tethys is getting larger. All the more room for a big diplodocus I say. I hopped right in. The water was lovely and warm."

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Diary of a Diplodocus: Accommodation

"Later that evening I arrived at my destination. The night manager guided me to my own private valley at the resort. It was very comfortable and had 360 degree views of the mountains all around. Being fairly exhausted from the long journey it was not long until I had embarked upon another short trip; this time to the land of nod. "

Monday, June 23, 2008

Diary of a Diplodocus: Journey

"I have decided to go on a holiday. It is time for a change of scenery. Drop out of the hustle and the bustle, and just amble slowly up the coast. Always a beautiful sunset over the ocean. Nothing much has changed here since the late Triassic, and I like it that way. "

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

cardboard box

I have a large cardboard box I keep things in. I could not find it. I searched after it and called out to it by name "cardboard box...cardboard box..."

Later that evening the mystery was solved. It turns out that wee small and the tiny one had turned it into a time machine.

"Where did you go?" I asked.
"Dinosaurs!" said wee small.

Monday, June 16, 2008


Well it has been heads down and tummies up on the mountain. The little ones ran out one day with magnifying glasses to see what they could see. And they could see lots of insects! ...mainly slow insects ...well, mainly snails. But Oh Such Snails! Such marvelous spirally snails! And some of the snails weren't just shells!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008


The rain is pouring down on Tummy Mountain. The smallest of the small thinks it will flood. At least that is what I think she said. She was eating an apple at the same time so...

I said I do not think it will flood, but all the evidence is against me. She took me by the little finger and led me to the back door. "See" she said and pointed. There was a puddle.

Monday, June 2, 2008

where have all the gumboots gone

...and not from the song of the same name.

As I round the corner of the garden shed I hear snickering, giggling, and raucousness . The hallmarks of mischievious deeds by small folk. And indeed where once was the proud and iconic display of tumbled up gumboots by the back door in all states of sloshiness, now 'tis merely the muddy crumbs of dirt and despair that greets me. In all this emptiness I wonder how so many gumboots, galoshes, wellingtons by other names could possibly be providing so much mirth for those so small of stature.

Mainly I wonder where the boots are. My feet are wet.