A bedtime story for kids about being brave in your own way.
In the loud and leafy land of Dino Valley, where giant feet made the ground shake and dinosaur songs echoed through the canyons, there lived a very small Tyrannosaurus Rex named Tommy.
Now, when people hear “Tyrannosaurus Rex,” they usually imagine something big and booming. But Tommy? He was about the size of a watermelon with legs. His teeth were sharp, but tiny. His arms were short, even for a T-Rex. And worst of all?
His roar was more like a… squeak.
“Roo…eep!” he squealed one morning, trying his best.
The other dinos burst out laughing.
“Was that your ROAR?” chuckled Grumble the Stegosaurus.
Tommy blushed under his green scales.
“I’m just warming up,” he muttered.
Every day in Dino Valley, the dinosaurs had a special tradition:
The Morning Roar.
All the dinosaurs lined up to roar toward the rising sun to greet the day.
- Bellow the Brontosaurus shook the trees with his low, long “WOOOOOOO!”
- Crackle the Carnotaurus made the clouds tremble with a “RARRRRRR!”
- Even Pebble the Pterodactyl let out a screechy “SKREEEE!”
And then… there was Tommy.
“Ro—eep!”
Silence.
Then giggles.
“Maybe you’re a whisper-saurus!” one dino joked.
Tommy hung his head.
That afternoon, Tommy stomped (well, waddled) off into the jungle.
He was tired of being laughed at.
He was going to find a real roar if it was the last thing he did.
He passed through squishy swamps and climbed over mossy rocks.
He tried roaring into a cave—“REEP!”—and got echoed giggles back.
He even stood on a log to look taller.
Nothing worked.
Just as he was about to give up, he met someone unexpected—a wise old dinosaur named Whispera, a Velociraptor with silver feathers and a voice as soft as clouds.
“Trying to roar?” she asked kindly.
Tommy nodded. “I want to sound big. Like the others.”
Whispera smiled gently. “There are many ways to be heard, young one. Sometimes, the quietest voices do the biggest things.”
Tommy blinked. “But I’m a T-Rex. Aren’t I supposed to be… scary?”
“You’re supposed to be you,” she said.
Tommy kept walking, thinking hard.
That night, while trying to sleep under a fern, he heard a soft sound.
“Pip… pip… pip…”
He peeked out and saw a baby dino stuck in a mud puddle.
“Help!” squeaked the baby, too small for anyone else to hear.
Tommy’s eyes widened. “I can help!”
He ran over and gently tugged the baby out with his tiny arms and tail.
“You saved me!” said the little dino. “No one else heard me!”
Tommy smiled. “I heard you.”
The next morning, Tommy returned to Dino Valley.
The Morning Roar began.
- “WOOOO!”
- “RAAAHHHH!”
- “SKREEEEE!”
Then Tommy stepped forward.
Everyone held their breath.
He took a deep breath and said:
“Hi.”
Just… “hi.”
The crowd blinked.
Then the baby dino from the mud puddle ran up.
“He saved me last night! He heard me when no one else did!”
All the dinosaurs gasped.
Bellow lowered his big head.
“You may have a small roar, Tommy—but you’ve got the biggest heart.”
From that day on, Tommy led the Morning Roar.
He didn’t shout. He didn’t scream.
He simply stood proud.
And everyone else roared for him.
The ground shook—not because of his voice, but because they believed in him.
Tommy smiled.
“Ro—eep,” he said, proudly.
The littlest roar that made the biggest difference.
The End.
