Door to Door Dinosaur

Last Friday night, my son and I were reading his favorite book, “How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?”.

It was 8:30 PM.

The doorbell rang.

I went downstairs and opened the door to find…a dinosaur…holding a business card and a flier.

He proceeded to ask me a series of very well-rehearsed open-ended questions.

It seems he was with the local dry cleaner.

And apparently they had fallen on very tough times.

They were facing  extinction.

Some meteors had hit.

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They were scared.

So they were knocking on doors, desperately seeking assistance.

But I couldn’t help the dinosaur.

Because he knew nothing about meteors.

So I told him I would call him later.

And teach him.