I thought I would join this week. I picked up our choice from the library, Tyrannosaurus Drip by Julia Donaldson and David Roberts, and it's quickly become a favourite. The illustrations are beautiful and intricate, and I like the gentle rhyming of the text. The story is about a little duckbill dinosaur egg ending up in a Tyrannosausr's nest and him finding his way home to his own kind of dinosaurs.
In a swamp besides a river, where the land was thick with veg, lived a herd of duckbill dinosaurs who raomed the waters edge.
And they hooted, "Up with rivers!" and they hooted, "Up with reeds!" and they hooted, "Up with bellyfulls of juicy water weeds!"
Out hatched Babies One and Two, as perfect as could be, but mother T was horrified by baby number three. And she grumbled, "He looks weedy," and she grumbled, "He looks weak." And she grumbled, "What long arms - and look, his mouth is like a beak!"I really enjoy reading this book and Rye loves joining in the different dinosaurs' chants, "Up with hunting!", and they shouted, "Up with war!" and they shouted, "Up with bellyfuls of duckbill dinosaur".
"He just needs feeding up," said Dad and gave the babes some meat.
The first two gulped and guzzled but the third refused to eat. And he said, "I'm really sorry," and he said, "I simply can't." And he said, "This meat looks horrible. I'd rather eat a plant."