One particular Winter night, Hypersensitivosaurus had almost run out of dragon breath, which made it tough to heat up his cave.
As he was about to hibernate and needed plenty of fuel, this wasn't a small problem.
He had been wanting to ask *Harry Beaver, to cut him some wood.
This furry fellow used trees for toothpicks and would love to help his ( not so ) fire-y friend out, but today he wasn't around.
Hypersensitivosaurus searched around the river, in the vicinity of Harry's dam, but what used to be Harry's home looked deserted.
Dam!
Where could he beaver?
Your favorite raptor became a little hyper.
He sensed that there had either been some kind of flood,
or that his friend had migrated, looking for warmer waters.
After all, beavers didn't hibernate
Hurry must have been in a Harry
Harry must have been in a hurry, as he hadn't even said goodbye.
This made Hypersensitivosaurus' eyes water.
Although it could also have been caused by the smoke coming from other caves, of those animals who had already started their hibernation.
Hypersensitivosaurus stood there for quite a while, feeling kind of helpless. His razorsharp claws and teeth weren't made for wood cuttting and even if they were, he was way too sensitive to do the job.
Also, his tiny raptor arms didn't have the strength to hold an axe, even if he had had the hands to hold it.
He had to come up with a Plan B, where B didn't stand for Beaver,
but right at this moment he felt extremely clueless.
What would you suggest?
Can you help out Hypersensitivosaurus, to find a way to heat up his cave for the next couple of months. So he can sleep peacefully until Spring.
The most creative answers will be rewarded with a personal thank you note/ illustration.
*Harry Beaver is about as funny a name, as the Harry S. Truman ( pronounce as Hairy Ass ...... ) character in David Lynch's notorious TV series Twin Peaks (1990-91). Or perhaps it isn't? I leave that up to you.
It's just that the child in me wanted to make this joke and I let him do it.
P.S. This story was inspired by me cutting some logs with an axe, today as well as by me, a weak or two ago, feeling way too week ( did you see what I did there? ) to do this same job.
Back then, I was felled by what was probably 'The Thing', and for a couple of days I could hardly lift a toothpick.
Luckily I don't use toothpicks but I do brush my teeth and my toothbrush is way heavier...
Back to today: I am not used to this manual labor and my hands are made for typing, so I got a couple of blisters. When one of them started oozing and my back started hurting a little too much, I decided to call it quits. I have to admit though that my wood burner is doing a better job now, than before, with smaller chunks of firewood insde.
The drawing of Hypersensitivosaurus, illustrating this post, was made by me, today. I tried to draw my alter ego and the main star in my upcoming books in as few lines as possible and then gave him a background similar to the landscape around me.
I see you wondering why his legs are so huge... Here's the answer:
Not only does he love to hike, he also had to fatten up, to make it through 3 months of hibernation.
