Eight was an imortant birthday. I took my grandson to the store to pick something out.

“Okay, Pawpy” he said and ran off to check out the merchandise.  A few minutes later, he returned with a toy in tow.  Not just any tay—a giant four-foot-tall stuffed Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was much bigger than he was. Antoher customer laughted to see him carry it.

“This is what I want, Pawpy” Brennan said.  He loved dinosaurs.

“Let me check the price tag” I said. Just as I feared, it was way too much for my fixed income. Brennan picked something less expensive. As we walked out to the car, I heard hurried footsteps behind us.


It was the customer from the store. She was carrying the T-Rex. “Happy Birthday” she grinned.

Brennan hugges his new T-Rex all the way home and I was thankful that Angels aren’t extinct.

Douglas Raymond Rose

Grand Prairie, TXImage


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