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“Rawr, rawr, rawr, rawrrr (Kevin keep writing),” Dino says like a little boss. But his words fall on dead ears, as his creator’s eyes start to gloss.
“Dino, I need to rest my head for just a minute.” says Kevin through a yawn. Struggling to put pen to paper as darkness turns to dawn.
And as Kevin falls a sleep, Dino looks to the wall. Pinned hundreds of sketches, some big and some small, but in Dino’s forgetful brain only the best can he recall.
A story about Dino’s mom, the greatest mother of them all, who sent off Dino equipped and still small.
A story about how she taught him to use a simple cardboard box, and with a little imagination all the adventures it unlocks.
A story about Dino caught in a storm, in these endless rains sometimes his greatest thoughts form.
