Dinosaur Stories for Kids

Tuck was a baby T-rex with two very short arms. His friend, a pteranodon named Wren, could spread her wide wings and fly over the whole valley. His other friend, a triceratops named Trio, could push big logs with his three strong horns. But what can I do? Tuck sighed, looking down at his tiny arms. Wren could scoop fish from the river, and Trio could carry a whole pile of leaves on his horns. Tuck could not even hold onto a single berry. Your arms are too small to catch anything, teased a little dino who ran past. Tuck felt sad. He walked to the river and sat on a warm rock. He tried to splash the water, but his arms could not reach. He tried to pick up a pebble, and it rolled away into the mud. Just then, the ground began to shake. A tall, grumpy dino was stomping toward the nest where the baby eggs slept. The little dinos all froze. Tuck did not freeze. He stomped his big feet as hard as he could. Thump. Thump. THUMP. The ground shook so hard that the grumpy dino stopped, turned around, and walked the other way. Tuck, you saved the eggs! cried Trio. Your big feet and strong legs did that, said Wren. You do not need long arms to be brave. Tuck looked at his feet and smiled. I can stomp louder than anyone in the valley, he said, proud for the first time. From that day on, whenever a big noise or a grumpy dino came near, the herd called for Tuck. He was the best stomper they had, short arms and all.

Pip was a tiny compy with one very big worry. Every time the sky rumbled, Pip hid under the biggest fern in the valley and covered his ears. It is only thunder, said his friend, a gentle brachiosaurus named Bella. It cannot hurt you. But it is so loud, Pip whispered. Loud things are scary. Bella would smile and pat the ground with her long neck. Still, the next time it rumbled, Pip ran right back under his fern. One evening, the sky turned dark and heavy. A storm was coming. Boom! The first rumble rolled across the valley, and Pip dashed under his fern, squeezing his eyes shut. Boom! Boom! It grew louder. Pip's little legs shook under him. Then he heard something else, a soft little cry. He peeked out and saw a baby dinosaur, a tiny ankylosaurus named Amy, sitting all alone in the open field. Come under my fern! Pip called, but Amy could not hear him over the thunder. Pip's heart pounded. He was so scared. But he could not leave the baby out there alone in the storm. He took a deep breath and ran out into the wind and rain. Boom! The thunder roared, but Pip kept running. He reached Amy and led her back under the fern. Under the leaves, they huddled close together. Boom! The thunder rolled again, and Pip held Amy's little hand tight. You were so brave, Amy said, snuggling close. Pip blinked. I was scared the whole time, he said. Brave is doing it even when you are scared, Amy told him. Pip smiled a small smile. The thunder still rumbled outside, but it did not feel so loud anymore. Not when he had a friend to hold onto.

Stella the stegosaurus had found the best lunch in the whole valley, a tall fern tree full of soft, sweet green leaves. She munched happily, leaf by leaf, humming a little tune. These are my leaves, she hummed. Every last one is mine. Just then, a small, hungry dinosaur named Gogo wandered by. Gogo's tummy made a loud, rumbly growl. That fern smells wonderful, Gogo said. May I have just one little leaf? Stella looked at her leaves. There were so many, more than she could ever eat. But they were hers, and she had found them first. They are all mine, Stella said, and she turned her back. Gogo's shoulders drooped, and she walked away slowly, her tummy growling the whole way. Stella kept munching, but the leaves did not taste as sweet anymore. She thought about Gogo's empty tummy, and she felt a funny little ache in her own. Gogo, wait! Stella called. Come back. There is plenty for both of us. Gogo came running back, and together they sat under the fern tree and shared the leaves. One for Stella, one for Gogo. One for Stella, one for Gogo. This is the best lunch I have ever had, Gogo said, patting her full tummy. Stella smiled. Mine too, she said. It tastes better when I share it. The next day, Gogo came back with a basket of sweet berries she had found, just for Stella. And Stella learned something that day. A shared lunch always tastes better than a secret one.

In a warm nest at the edge of the valley sat two triceratops eggs. One morning, the first egg wiggled and shook. Crack! A tiny horn poked through, and out came Sunny, blinking in the bright morning light. Sunny's family cheered and gathered around. But right next to Sunny sat the second egg, still and quiet. That egg should have hatched by now, said Papa, worried. Maybe something is wrong. Every day, Sunny grew bigger and stronger. She learned to walk, to nibble grass, and to wiggle her three little horns. But the quiet egg just sat there, and Mama kept it warm every single night. Is my sister ever going to hatch? Sunny asked. Good things take time, Mama said. We just have to wait. So Sunny waited. She waited for days and days. She sat beside the egg and told it stories about the valley. She sang it songs. She even let it borrow her favorite round pebble. One bright morning, Sunny heard a tiny sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. A little crack appeared in the shell. Tap! Another crack. Then, at last, out came a little triceratops with big, curious eyes. Hello, sister, Sunny said softly. I have been waiting for you. The baby blinked up at Sunny and gave a great big yawn. Then she snuggled into Sunny's side and closed her eyes. Sunny looked up at Mama. You were right, she said. She was worth the wait. Mama smiled and nuzzled them both. The best things always are. And Sunny learned that waiting is not empty time at all. It is time spent getting ready to love someone new.

Dash was the fastest dinosaur in the whole valley. He could run from the big rock to the river before anyone could even count to five. Moss was the slowest dinosaur in the valley. He walked so slowly that ants passed him on the path every single morning. Dash loved to race, and he always won. Come on, Moss, keep up! he would call, sprinting far, far ahead. Moss never caught up. He just kept walking, slow and steady. After a while, Dash stopped asking him to play. You are too slow, Dash said one day, and he ran off on his own. Moss did not say a word. He just kept walking. One afternoon, Dash was running so fast that he tripped over a root and tumbled straight into a thorny bush. His leg hurt, and he could not get up, no matter how hard he tried. Moss came along, slow and steady, and stopped beside the bush. Let me help you, he said. With his strong tail, Moss pushed the thorns aside, one careful step at a time. He helped Dash to his feet and let him lean on his wide, sturdy back all the way home. I was not too slow to help you, Moss said with a soft smile. Dash felt his cheeks turn warm. I am sorry I left you behind, he said. You are a very good friend. The next day, Dash and Moss made up a brand new game. Dash would run ahead and find something interesting, then run back to tell Moss all about it. When Moss arrived, they would look at it together. We go at your speed, Dash said. And your speed, said Moss. That is how friends play. From then on, they explored the whole valley together, fast and slow, side by side.

Rex found a big patch of sweet ferns by the river. "These are all mine!" he said with a big smile. He took a big bite. It was so good. He ate three more. His friend Bella came by. She sniffed the air. "That smells yummy," she said. "May I have one little fern?" Rex shook his head. "No. I found them first." Bella looked down. "Oh. Okay." She walked away slowly. Rex ate and ate. His belly got full. But he did not feel happy. He looked at all the ferns. There were too many for one dino. Mum came over. "Why the long face, Rex?" she asked. "I have all these ferns," said Rex. "But I still feel sad." Mum smiled. "Good things taste better when you share them." Rex thought for a bit. Then he jumped up. "Bella! Come back!" he called. "Please share my ferns with me." Bella turned around. "Really? You mean it?" "Yes," said Rex. "A friend is better than a full belly." They sat down together. They ate the sweet ferns side by side. "Do you want the big one?" asked Rex. "No, you found them," said Bella. "You take the big one." "We can split it," said Rex. He broke it in two. They each ate a half. Both halves tasted sweet. Bella laughed. "This is so good!" Rex laughed too. "It tastes better now. Much better." "Why?" asked Bella. "Because I shared it with you," said Rex. From that day on, Rex shared all his snacks. He was full and happy every single time.

Wally was a small green dino. He wanted to see the sun rise. "Mum, when will the sun come up?" he asked. "Soon, Wally. Soon," said Mum. "Just wait a little." Wally tapped his feet. "Is it up now?" "Not yet," said Mum. "Watch the sky with me." Wally looked up. The sky was dark blue. A few stars blinked. "I do not like waiting," said Wally. "It is too slow." "Wally," said Mum, "good things take time." "But I want to see it now," he said. His friend Pip came by. "Why are you sitting in the dark?" she asked. "I am waiting for the sun," said Wally. "It is boring." "If you run inside, you will miss it," said Mum. "Stay and be patient." Wally sighed. He sat down next to Mum and Pip. They watched together. "It feels nice to just sit," said Wally. "The sky is pretty even before the sun comes up." "You are right," said Pip. "Look at the pink clouds." Slowly, the sky turned pink. Then it turned gold. "Mum! Look!" said Wally. The sun peeked over the hills. It was warm and bright. "It is so pretty!" said Wally. "It was worth the wait." "See?" said Mum. "Waiting was not so bad." "No," said Wally. "The sun looks better because I waited for it." "I think so too," said Pip. "Let us watch it again tomorrow." From then on, Wally was patient. He learned that good things come to those who wait.

Tina loved to run fast. One day she ran through the yard. Crash! She knocked over Dad's berry basket. Berries rolled everywhere. Tina froze. "Oh no," she said. "Dad will be so mad." She looked around. No one saw her. Her tummy felt funny. "What if Dad finds out?" she thought. "What if he never trusts me again?" "Maybe I can hide them," she thought. She pushed the basket behind a bush. Then she ran inside. Dad came in. "Tina, have you seen my berry basket?" Tina's face felt hot. "Um... no," she said. "I saw nothing." Dad looked at her. "Are you sure?" Tina looked at her feet. Her heart felt heavy. "I... I knocked it over," she said softly. "I am sorry. I tried to hide it." Dad knelt down. "Thank you for telling me the truth, Tina." "Aren't you mad?" asked Tina. "I am sad about the berries," said Dad. "But I am proud you told the truth." "I felt bad when I lied," said Tina. "It was heavy in my chest." "A lie always feels heavy," said Dad. "Truth feels light." Tina helped Dad pick up the berries. Two pairs of hands made it fast. "I feel better now," said Tina. "Truth always feels better than hiding," said Dad. "Will you trust me now?" asked Tina. "I always trust you," said Dad. "And now I know you will tell me the truth." Tina nodded. From then on, she told the truth, even when it was hard.

Little Lo was a small dino. He was scared of the dark cave on the hill. One day, his friend Mica ran up. "Lo! My blue ball rolled into the cave!" "Oh no," said Lo. He looked at the cave. It was very dark. "Will you help me get it?" asked Mica. Lo's legs shook. "I... I am scared of the dark." "Me too," said Mica. "But I am even more scared to lose my ball." Lo looked at Mica's sad face. He took a deep breath. "Okay," said Lo. "I will try. For you." They walked to the mouth of the cave. It smelled cold and damp. "My legs are still shaking," said Lo. "Mine too," said Mica. "Hold my hand." Lo held Mica's hand. It was warm. He felt a little braver. "I can do this," Lo said to himself. "One step at a time." He put one foot inside. Then the other. It was not so bad. "I see something shiny!" said Lo. "Is that your ball?" "Yes!" said Mica. "You found it!" Lo ran to the ball and picked it up. He ran back out fast. "You did it, Lo!" said Mica. "You were so brave." "I was still scared," said Lo. "But I did it anyway." "That is what brave means," said Mica. "Scared but you still go." Lo smiled. "Maybe the cave is not so scary now." He held Mica's hand. They walked in together, just a little way. The dark felt smaller with a friend.

Bop was a big, gentle dino. He was walking home one day when he heard a tiny sound. "Boo hoo," went a small voice. Bop looked down. A tiny bug sat on a leaf, crying. "What is wrong, little one?" asked Bop. "I am lost," said the bug. "I cannot find my home." "Where do you live?" asked Bop. "Under the big red flower," said the bug. "But everything looks huge." Bop smiled. "Do not worry. I know where the red flowers grow." "But you are so big," said the bug. "You might step on me." "I will be very careful," said Bop. "Climb onto my nose." The bug hopped onto Bop's nose. Bop walked slowly, very slowly. "Hold on tight," said Bop. "We are going for a little ride." "Whee!" said the bug. "The world looks so big from up here!" "Am I too high?" asked Bop. "No," said the bug. "I can see everything from up here!" Bop walked to the garden. "Do you see your flower?" he asked. "There! The big red one!" said the bug. "That is my home!" Bop lowered his nose to the flower. The bug hopped off. "Thank you, Bop," said the bug. "You are the kindest giant." "I am happy to help," said Bop. "Big or small, we all need a friend." The bug smiled. "Come visit me anytime." Bop walked home with a warm heart. Helping the tiny bug made his day feel bright. "Goodnight, big friend," called the tiny bug from its flower. "Goodnight, little friend," said Bop.

Nina watched her big brother jump across the stream. "I want to do that too!" said Nina. "Come on, then," said her brother. "You can do it." "What if I fall?" asked Nina. "Then you get wet," he said. "And you get up and try again." Nina took a deep breath. She ran and jumped. Splash! She landed in the water. "Oh no," she said. Her feet were wet and cold. "Try again," said her brother. Nina got up. She ran again. Splash! She fell again. "I can't do it!" she cried. "It is too hard." Her brother came close. "Do you know how many times I fell?" "How many?" asked Nina. "Ten times," he said. "Maybe more. But I tried one more time." Nina wiped her face. "One more time?" "Yes," he said. "Just one more try." Nina stood up. She looked at the stream. She took a deep breath. "I can do this," she whispered. She ran fast. She jumped high. And she landed on the other side. "I did it!" she shouted. "I really did it!" Her brother cheered. "See? One more try was all you needed." Nina smiled big. "Falling is okay. You just have to get up." "And now you can jump!" said her brother. "I can!" said Nina. "That is right," said her brother. "Now jump back over!" "Can we jump together?" asked Nina. "Yes!" said her brother. They jumped side by side. Both landed on the far bank. Nina laughed and jumped back. This time, she did not fall at all.

Rory the dino loved to talk. He talked all day long. "Guess what I did today!" said Rory. "I found a big rock and then I..." His friend Sam tried to speak. "Rory, I want to tell you..." "And then I ran super fast!" said Rory. He did not hear Sam. Sam sighed and walked away. "What is wrong with Sam?" Rory wondered. "He did not even say bye." Later, Rory saw his friend Lily. "Lily, listen! I saw a cloud that looked like me!" "Rory, can I tell you something?" asked Lily. "And the cloud was so big and..." said Rory. Lily put her head down and left. "Lily left too," said Rory. "Why is everyone so quiet around me?" At dinner, Rory told Mum a long story. Mum listened and listened. Then Mum said, "Rory, do you know how Sam and Lily feel?" "Happy?" asked Rory. "Sad," said Mum. "You talk and talk. But you never listen." Rory looked down. "Oh. I did not know." "Listening shows you care," said Mum. "Try using two ears and one mouth." The next day, Rory found Sam. "Tell me about your day," said Rory. Sam blinked. "Really?" "Yes," said Rory. "I am listening." Sam told him about a game he made. Rory listened with both ears. "That sounds fun!" said Rory. "Can I play too?" Sam smiled wide. "Now you are a good friend, Rory." Rory learned that listening was just as nice as talking. "Tell me more tomorrow," he told Sam. "I will listen again."

A big rock sat in the path. It blocked the way to the berry field. "Oh no," said Dax. "The berries are on the other side." "I will move it," said Gia. She pushed and pushed. The rock did not move. "Let me try," said Tico. He pushed with all his might. Nothing. "I am the biggest," said Dax. He pushed hard. The rock stayed still. "It is too heavy," said Gia. "We will never get the berries." They all sat down, tired and sad. "My arms hurt," said Dax. "Mine too," said Gia. "We tried so hard." "But the berries are right there," said Tico. "We cannot give up." "What if we push together?" said Tico. "Good idea!" said Gia. "On the count of three." They stood at the rock. They put their hands on it. "One, two, three, push!" they shouted. They all pushed at the same time. The rock wiggled. "It is moving!" said Dax. "Push harder!" They pushed and pushed. The big rock rolled away down the hill. "We did it!" shouted Gia. "Together we are strong," said Tico. The path was open. They ran to the berry field and ate sweet berries. "These are the best berries ever," said Dax. "They taste like teamwork," said Tico. Everyone laughed. "None of us could do it alone," said Dax. "But together we were strong." "Teamwork is the best," said Gia. They smiled and shared the berries. Working together made everything taste better. "Let us move rocks together next time," said Gia. "It is more fun that way."

Milo was chasing a butterfly. He was not looking where he ran. Bump! He crashed into Kala's tall stone tower. Thud. Thud. Thud. The stones fell down. "Milo!" cried Kala. "I worked all morning on that!" "I... I did not mean to," said Milo. He felt bad. Kala turned her back. "Go away, Milo." Milo's eyes got wet. "I made a big mistake," he said to himself. "I wish I could fix it." Milo walked away. His heart hurt. He did not want to lose his friend. He went home. Mum saw his sad face. "What happened?" she asked. "I broke Kala's tower," said Milo. "She is so mad at me." "Did you say sorry?" asked Mum. "No," said Milo. "I just ran away." "A sorry can fix a lot," said Mum. "Say it with your heart." Milo found Kala sitting by the stones. "Kala," he said. "I am very sorry. I broke your tower. Can I help you build it again?" Kala looked at him. "You really mean it?" "I do," said Milo. "You are my friend. I am sorry." Kala smiled a little. "I forgive you, Milo." "Really?" said Milo. "Really," said Kala. "Friends say sorry and forgive." "Put the flat stone on top," said Kala. "Like this?" asked Milo. "Perfect," said Kala. They built the tower again, taller than before. It did not fall this time. "This one is even better," said Kala. Milo smiled. "And it has two builders now." "From now on," said Milo, "I will look where I run." "And I will help you catch butterflies," said Kala.

Dina the dino had a favorite spot. It was under a big, old tree. Every hot day, she sat in its shade. "Ah, so cool," she would say. Every lunch, she ate its sweet fruit. It fell right into her lap. One day, Dina looked up at the tree. It had been there a long time. "Big tree," she said, "do you know you are my best spot?" A bird in the tree sang a soft song. "And you give that bird a home too," said Dina. "You are kind to everyone." The tree stood tall and quiet, like it was listening. "You give me shade," said Dina. "You give me fruit. You give birds a home." She stood up and patted the trunk. "Thank you, big tree," she said. "I never said it before. But thank you." Her friend Rolo came by. "Why are you talking to a tree?" he asked. "I am saying thank you," said Dina. "It does so much for me." "Hmm," said Rolo. "I never thought of that." "Look," said Dina. "It gives us shade right now. And fruit. And a place to rest." Rolo smiled. "You are right. Thank you, big tree." The wind blew. The leaves rustled like a soft clap. "I feel happy," said Dina. "Saying thank you makes everything feel warmer." "Me too," said Rolo. "Let us say thank you more often." From then on, Dina and Rolo thanked the tree every day. And the tree, in its quiet way, kept giving.

Zig the dino liked to paint. He painted with his tail, not his hands. "That is strange," said one dino. "Dinos paint with their hands." Zig also liked to dance. He did a funny little wiggle. The other dinos laughed. "What a silly dance, Zig!" Zig felt his cheeks get warm. He put his tail down. "Maybe I should be like everyone else," he thought. So Zig tried to paint with his hands. It was hard. The picture looked sad. He tried to dance like the others. His feet got mixed up. "I am no good at being them," he said. "But I am good at being me." He felt worse than before. His grandpa came over. "Zig, why do you look so down?" "I am different," said Zig. "Everyone laughs at me." "Let me tell you a secret," said Grandpa. "The best dinos are the ones who are themselves." "But they laugh," said Zig. "They laughed because it was new," said Grandpa. "Show them your real dance." Zig took a deep breath. He did his funny little wiggle with his tail. Grandpa clapped. "That is my Zig!" One dino stopped. Then another. Soon they were all smiling. "Teach us that wiggle!" they said. "It is easy," said Zig. "Wiggle your tail, then your toes. Now add a little spin." Everyone tried. They all fell over, laughing. Zig smiled wide. "Being me feels good," he said. "It is the best," said Grandpa. "Stay just like this." "It is the best thing you can be," said Grandpa.

Dot and Grandpa were walking on a muddy path. Splash! Grandpa slipped and fell in the mud. "Oh dear," said Grandpa. He tried to stand. He could not. "Grandpa!" said Dot. "Are you hurt?" "Only my pride," said Grandpa. "And my old legs will not lift me up." "Let me help," said Dot. She stood behind him and pushed. Grandpa rose a tiny bit. "Almost!" he said. Dot looked around. No other dinos were near. "I will help you," said Dot. "You are small, Dot," said Grandpa. "I am very heavy." "Let me try," said Dot. She grabbed Grandpa's hand and pulled. She pulled and pulled. Grandpa moved a tiny bit. But not enough. "I have an idea!" said Dot. She found a strong branch. She gave one end to Grandpa. "It is like a helping stick," said Dot. "Grab it tight." "Hold this," she said. "I will pull the other end." Dot pulled. Grandpa held tight. Together they pulled and pushed. Slowly, Grandpa stood up. "You did it, Dot!" said Grandpa. "We did it together," said Dot. She wiped the mud from his back. "You are one strong helper," said Grandpa. "I feel strong when I help you," said Dot. "You are small," said Grandpa. "But your heart is very big." "Helping you made me feel strong," said Dot. "And you made me feel loved," said Grandpa. "I am lucky to have you," said Grandpa. "And I am lucky to have you," said Dot. They walked home slowly, arm in arm. The muddy path did not seem so bad with two.

Kip's little sister Mia had a show. She was going to sing for the family. "Kip, will you come watch me?" asked Mia. "Please?" "I promise," said Kip. "I will be there." Mia smiled so big. "You are the best brother." "I will sing my best song," said Mia. "You are my favorite audience." "I will be in the front row," said Kip. Later that day, Kip's friends came by. "Kip! We found a new mud slide!" said Leo. "Come play!" Kip wanted to go. A mud slide sounded so fun. "Right now?" asked Kip. "Yes, right now!" said Leo. "Everyone is waiting." Kip thought about Mia. He had made a promise. "I can't," said Kip. "I told Mia I would watch her show." "Just skip it," said Leo. "She is little. She will not mind." "She will mind," said Kip. "And I gave my word." Leo shrugged. "Your loss." The friends ran off to the slide. Kip felt a little sad. But he went to Mia's show. Mia sang a little song. Her voice shook, but she was brave. When she finished, she looked for Kip. He clapped the loudest. "You came!" said Mia. "You kept your promise." "Of course," said Kip. "I always will." Mia hugged him. "Now I know I can always count on you." "Maybe the mud slide will be there tomorrow," said Kip. "I will come with you," said Mia. "And I will cheer for you." Kip hugged her back. That felt better than any mud slide.

Quinn was a curious little dino. She asked questions all day. "Dad, why is the sky blue?" she asked. "Because light from the sun scatters in the sky," said Dad. Quinn tilted her head. "What does scatter mean?" "It means the light spreads out," said Dad. "Blue spreads the most." "Wow," said Quinn. "Why do leaves fall from trees?" "Because the tree rests when the air gets cold," said Dad. "Do the trees get sleepy?" asked Quinn. "In a way, yes," said Dad. "They rest so they can grow again in spring." "Why do my feet make prints in the mud?" asked Quinn. "Because the mud is soft," said Dad. "Your feet push it down." Quinn looked up. "Why do birds sing in the morning?" "Maybe to say good morning to the sun," said Dad. "What do you think?" Quinn thought hard. "I think they sing to wake the flowers." "That is a lovely idea," said Dad. "Dad, why do I have so many questions?" asked Quinn. "Because you are curious," said Dad. "And curious dinos learn a lot." "Do you like my questions?" asked Quinn. "Very much," said Dad. "Every answer you get makes you grow." Quinn smiled. "Then I will ask one more. Why is your smile so big?" "Because I have a smart, curious little dino like you," said Dad. "You know a lot, Dad," she said. "One day I will know a lot too." "You will know even more than me," said Dad. Quinn laughed. She had many more questions. And she would ask them all.

Rexy was playing outside when the sky turned dark. BOOM! A loud thunder clap shook the ground. Rexy jumped. His heart beat fast. His legs felt wobbly. "Mum!" he cried. "I am scared!" Mum ran to him. "It is okay, Rexy. It is just thunder." "My heart is going too fast," said Rexy. "I cannot stop it." Mum placed his small hand on his chest. Rexy felt it. Thump, thump, thump. "It feels like a drum," he said. Mum knelt down. "Let us calm your heart together." "How?" asked Rexy. "Put your hand on your tummy," said Mum. "Now breathe in slow." Rexy breathed in. His tummy went up like a balloon. "Now breathe out slow," said Mum. "Like you are blowing on a hot soup." Rexy blew out. His tummy went down. "Again," said Mum. "In slow. Out slow." They breathed together. In. Out. In. Out. "How do you feel now?" asked Mum. "A little better," said Rexy. "My heart is slowing down." "Deep breaths calm a busy heart," said Mum. "Let us do three more." BOOM! Another clap came. But this time Rexy breathed in slow. "I am still scared," he said. "But I am okay." "That is the trick," said Mum. "Scared is fine. Breathe through it." "Thunder is just a big sound," said Rexy. "It cannot hurt me." "That is right," said Mum. "And you can always breathe through it." Rexy smiled. "I know how to calm down now." He took one more slow, deep breath.