Once upon a very cozy time, there lived a friendly dinosaur named Rex. Rex was a big, green T-Rex, but he wasn’t scary at all. No, no! Rex wore a soft, scratchy-free sweater with sky-blue and lemon-yellow stripes. And on his feet? He wore giant red sneakers with big, floppy white bows. Squeak! Squeak! went his shoes as he danced through his kitchen.
But now, the sun was going down behind the purple volcanoes. Puff, puff, puff went the smoke. It was almost time for sleep. Rex’s tummy felt a little bit wiggly. It wasn't a hungry wiggle, but a 'not-quite-ready-for-bed' wiggle. Rex looked at his kitchen counter and saw two friends. There was a Golden Teapot and a Silver Milk Jug. Which one would Rex choose?
'Hmm,' said Rex, swaying his big tail. Swish, swash. First, he looked at the golden tea. It was warm and smelled like honey. If he drank the tea, it would feel like a little sunbeam warming his tummy. It goes Mmmm. But wait! Rex poked his tongue out. What if it was too zippy-hot? What if it made his nose go tickle-tickle? Do you like warm tea before bed? Rex wasn't sure yet.
Then, Rex looked at the snowy-white milk. It was cold and smooth. If he drank the milk, it would feel like a cool moonbeam. It goes Brrr. Rex imagined the cold milk going klonk-klonk into his tummy. But oh! What if the milk was too chilly? What if it gave his tummy the shivers? Rex did a little dance in his red sneakers. Squeak, squeak! He asked his tummy, 'Little tummy, do you want a warm hug or a cool splash?'
Rex closed his eyes and listened. He didn't ask a grown-up; he listened to his own dinosaur heart. Tap, tap, tap went his toe. Then, he knew! He reached out his short arms and picked up the golden tea. Sip, slurp, Mmmm. It wasn't too hot; it was just right. It felt like a liquid hug spreading all the way down to his heavy tail. Glug, glug, sigh. The wiggly feeling went away.
Rex felt very sleepy now. He walked to his bed made of soft, green leaves. He took off his big red sneakers—shup, shup!—and tucked them underneath. He pulled his striped sweater down tight and snuggled his head into his pillow. His tummy was full, his heart was happy, and his eyes were getting heavy. And that’s how it all turned out just right. Goodnight, Rex. Goodnight, little dinosaur.