Four year old Avian woke up to the bawling of his 6 month old sibling. Instinctively he felt his Raptors, T Rex’s and the many varieties of his large dinosaur collections, fondly calling them his “D” family. They clearly dominated his behaviour, being true rivals to his family’s attention. He knew each of the dinosaurs and everyone knew that a gift of one more D would bring out the sparkle-smile in his deep blue eyes.
For all visitors, the way he would recite every D specie was an entertaining mystery. -No Allosaurus, Brontosaurus , Pentaceratops daunted him with their tongue twisting names.. It was as if each talked to him and helped him to remember their unforgettable names. And the strange stories he wove out of these long lost earth dwellers.
With a warm morning hug, Avian surprised his mother with yet one more D story.
“Not to worry mama, they will keep our environment safe!”
“Son, where did u learn this word?” and then resigning to her “genius” first born, (she gathered he must have picked it up from the TV) she added, “So what is your story today? I know you went to meet your D friends from the Pond.”
The Pond was the main attraction when the family finalized this house with the attached shallow lake. Avian cried out happily on seeing the tree-lined, unfenced small waterbody. “Our own water,” he had said.
“Apatosaurus is the smartest D; he knows the way to the many gates in the Pond. He takes everyone there.”
Busy with the family breakfast, she still managed to get astonished at the morning musings of Avian.
“Oh, must be big doors to fit your friends and all of us?”
“No, no, short steps and doors that change shape; like my rubber house. You can only go – not toys and cars and food.”
“Why so many gates?”
“Apatosaurus tells me – gate 1, 2, 3 and 4, 5, 6 – you can go and come back.” In gate 7, you can’t come back.” A decides how naughty or sick you are and takes you to different gates and in gate 7 at the last.”
“Oh, so where do you go from gate 7?” asked the curious mama.
“Years of all cleaning of all is done in other gates; you know, like garbage box – and every time you come back you become more clean and then do some tests and in the end, if you get – very good, like grandpa, you go to gate 7!”
“So what happens to earth and the environment?”
“Oh every night all Ds and their friends come out from gates and eat up all the dirt; at each gate they teach us to be good – less naughty – to not dirty our environment too much; so they will always look after us and environment.”
“But, mama, A is afraid,” he continued, “If we are very naughty with those bombs, all gates will shut down and the Pond will only be ice. I don’t want to be here alone without them. Will u ask others not to do that?”
“I will and we will always keep the gates open,” as the mother showered her enlightened one with tears of awe and blessings.