short stories



Rexie wasn’t like any other Tyrannosaur.
They liked to hunt and eat all day
but Rexie wanted to explore and play.
Rexie liked to stare at the clouds,
watch birds and listen to their sounds. 

It wasn’t that she couldn’t hunt or was a coward.
Rexie just preferred making colors with flowers, 
dreaming up dreams that might come true,
or laying in the grass to wonder at its hue.

The other T-Rex didn’t like her much.
“She’s weird,” “She’s lame,” They’d say,
“What does she do all day?”
Rexie was just misunderstood.
She saw things no one else could.

One day all The Rex were out on a hunt
when a terrible storm came and created a flood.
T-Rex aren’t known to be good swimmers.
The hunting crew got trapped chasing their dinner.

Rexie had wandered off counting petals
just to see how many were in her favorite meadow.
She saw the group and knew they were in trouble.
T-Rex don’t float so she hurried to help – on the double!
An idea! She knew what to do!

“I’ll roll this log over and make a dino-friendly canoe.”
The hunters watched in a huff, “What could Rexie do?”
They judged and they glared at her as she tried her best
to roll the log to the pop-up river that had stranded the rest.

Rexie reached the edge of the water and sat down.
She heard the others cry, “Get up! There’s no time to lie around.”
Working her claws to create a center big enough for two
she hollowed the log and then punched her feet through.
“Gasp!” The Tyrannosaurs all sounded off together.

“Great! Now she’s stuck and we’re still docked.
We’re never getting off this lousy rock!”
Rexie smiled and pushed off into the river.
It turns out T-Rex could be great swimmers.

She paddled her feet under the boat and glided across
landing on the rock with no problem at all.
There was silence. The hunters were shocked.
“Rexie! Rexie had saved them!” They shouted and gawked,
“Thank you! I mean, wow! How did you know it would work?”

“I didn’t, but we had to try something. You were stuck,”
She laughed, “Plus, I needed to test this anyway, what luck!
I had thought of making a boat to take on the lake
to explore the other side and see what else I could make?

I’ve seen all these flowers, I’ve traveled all these roads,
She continued, “Now I can go further using this boat.”
One by one Rexie carried them across to the shore.
Each T-Rex grateful not to be on the rock anymore. 
Rexie was a hero. They all agreed.

They had been wrong. They’d stop treating her poorly.
She was different and that was more than ok.
Her dreams turned into things
and those things might save them again one day.


Text and Illustration copyright © 2018 Jennifer Hart. 

Evil Weevil


Mom says this Weevil is evil
but I’m not so sure.
This Weevil just seems hungry.
Hungrier than any Weevil I’ve seen before.
He tore holes in all the cereal
which caused a bit of a mess.
And, Mom had a fit when he ate through the slippers
Dad got her last Christmas.
The Weevil ate the dog’s treats.
Baxter did not thank him for that.
AND he ate all the bread in the bread box
till there was nothing left.
Not even enough for one sandwich!
We found him stuffing himself on a bag of potato chips
When Mom screamed, “I’ve had enough
of this Evil Weevil business!”
The Weevil paused for a moment – the bag over his head.
He was now the size of a small cat
because of how much he’d been fed.

I tried to reason with Mom.
I begged to save his life.
This Weevil wasn’t evil. 
He just needed to be trained up just right.
I could keep him as my pet.
I’d name him Kevin, Steve or Brett.
Oh! Can you imagine all the Weevil adventures! 
All the places we’d go together,
the tricks we could play,
the fun we would have,
the things we might eat, 
my guess...there’d be a lot of that.
Maybe I could teach him to speak,
write stories or sing songs.
We could have a magic act
or find a circus to join along.

And the...wait!

Stop! Those are MY PANCAKES!
No! Don’t!
This is crazy! 
He even ate the plate!


Mom was right.
This Weevil’s evil.
He had to go
It was almost too late. let's celebrate
by making more pancakes!



Text and Illustration copyright © 2018 Jennifer Hart. 

Word Party


You’re invited to a word party!
Yes! I said it. A party for words.  
Because there is no party
like a word party. That’s for sure!


Where are my geeks at?
Where are my copy katz?
Where are my rhymers?
and my grammar good-timers?

The guest list will be long.
So, you’re sure to get along
with a shortie or a verb-ie.
Don’t worry we’re all a little nerdy.

The vowels are coming – A, E, I, O and U.
I guess they’re bringing Y too.

THEN said he’d GO. 
Only if LET’S stays between them though.

THE, AND, ARE and YOU are almost always in.
GROW’s taking his time. He can’t move fast on any decision. 

But he'll come around
when UP says she’s down.
And, DOWN will show up with CREW
hoping TOWN will be there too.

I kid – but JEST,
the biggest clown of all, is up to the test.
He’ll have CROWDS rolling and LADIES will giggle,
He might be the world’s coolest underused one syllable.

Come for FUNK
MUSIC will be loud
but we’ll enjoy all the SOUNDS.
There’s nothing quite like when
ALPHABETS get down.

PENCILS are out.
SET is ready to go.

What’s that?

BEWARE just warned TENSION,
“It wouldn’t be smart to invite ORANGE to the show,”
She said, “The party would end before it started, you know...
because nothing rhymes with orange.”


Well, that’s ok. 
ORANGE is misunderstood anyway.
Just come have a good time.
Don’t stress about the rhythm and rhyme.


Text and Illustration copyright © 2018 Jennifer Hart.