FartySaurus: The Farting Dinosaur Story

Spike the triceratops woke up hungry. Very, VERY hungry. He looked around for breakfast and spotted something new. Pretty purple flowers growing outside the family cave. They sparkled and fizzed like tiny stars. "Ooh, fancy!" said Spike. CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! He ate the whole bunch. His tummy felt funny. Bubbly. Fizzy. Tingly. Spike shrugged. Probably nothing. --- Down at the watering hole, Spike's brothers and sisters were splashing around. "Come in, Spike!" shouted his little sister Pebble. Spike waded in. Ahhh. Nice and cool. Then his tummy rumbled. GURGLE. GURGLE. "Uh oh," said Spike. PFFFFFFFFFFT! The water EXPLODED behind him. WHOOOOOSH! Spike shot across the watering hole like a rocket. "AAAAAAGH!" He zoomed past Pebble. SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! A huge wave soaked all of them. Spike crashed into the mud on the other side. SPLAT. Everyone stared. "...Did you just FART yourself across the watering hole?" said Pebble. Spike's face went very, very red. --- Later that morning, Spike went foraging with Mom. They found a big bush full of the juiciest, ripest berries in the valley. "Perfect!" said Mom. "These will feed the whole family." She started picking. Spike's tummy rumbled. GURGLE. GURGLE. GURGLE. "No no no. Not NOW." BLAAAAAARP! The fart hit the berry bush like a hurricane. WHOOOOSH! Every single berry blew clean off. Hundreds of them. Flying through the air. Rolling down the hill. PLOP PLOP PLOP PLOP PLOP. Gone. Every last one. Mom stood there holding one empty branch. She looked at the bush. She looked at Spike. She looked at the bush again. "...Spike." "Sorry, Mom." They walked home with no berries. It was a very quiet walk. --- That evening, Spike found Dad sitting by the big rock. "Dad... something is wrong with me," said Spike. "What do you mean?" "I ate these fizzy flowers this morning and now I can't stop—" GURGLE. GURGLE. GURGLE. "Oh no. Not again. Dad, I'm sorry, I can't—" BLAAAAAAAAAARP! The fart echoed across the valley. Spike's face went red. Again. "See?! THAT keeps happening! I farted across the watering hole. I farted all the berries off the bush. Everyone is mad at me and I can't STOP." Dad looked at Spike. "Fizzy flowers?" he said. "The little purple sparkly ones?" "Yeah." "By the cave?" "Yeah..." Dad went very quiet. Then HIS tummy rumbled. GURGLE. GURGLE. GURGLE. GURGLE. Spike stared. "Dad?" BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! The BIGGEST fart the valley had EVER heard. The ground shook. The trees bent sideways. Rocks tumbled down the hill. A flock of birds shot out of every tree. SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK! When the dust settled, Spike was still standing there with his mouth wide open. Dad grinned. "Love those fizzy little flowers." "DAD!" "What? Where do you think you get it from?" Spike couldn't help it. He laughed. Dad laughed. They both laughed and laughed. --- That night, the whole family settled into the cave for bed. Pebble curled up next to Mom. Spike's brothers lay in a big heap. Dad stretched out by the entrance. Everything was quiet. Everything was still. Then the ground rumbled. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. Every head turned to Spike. "SPIKE!" "That's NOT me!" said spike They all looked at Dad. "Not me either!" RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. They all looked outside. The volcano was bubbling. "...RUN!" shouted Dad. THE END.