Sure enough, the paper did not feel like paper when he touched it. He took his finger out, and this time more carefully, touched the picture again. Did he imagine it? Or had the dinosaur moved, just a tiny little bit? He sucked his finger until it felt better and looked again at the picture. He thought he would definitely need to put a sticking plaster on it. There was even a bit of blood beside his fingernail. He pulled his finger back and saw a little sore on his pinky finger. He just put down his paintbrush, and with his little finger, rubbed the paper very gently, to see if the spot would come off. He didn’t stop to think that the little dot was purple, and he had only used red and green paints (which as we know, together don’t make purple at all!). Oh no! He must have gone outside the lines after all! But then – what was this? He noticed a tiny little purple spot in the corner of his picture. There were hardly any spots at all where he had gone outside the lines. He was admiring how well he had coloured in the dinosaur. Then, because it still looked hungry, he painted a big bowl of porridge right beside it. Its face looked hungry, like it would like to eat a little boy, or perhaps just a big bowl of porridge.ĭigby took his red paint and made the dinosaur the colour of a fire engine. It was a Triceratops, which meant that it had three big horns coming from its forehead. One day, he was sitting in his bedroom with his paint and paintbrushes and a beautiful picture of a dinosaur. He loved to look at dinosaurs in his dinosaur book, and imagine what it was like to draw a real dinosaur… from life! Once upon a time, there was a handsome boy called Digby.
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