"I wish I owned a pet dinosaur," Sam thought glumly, looking out enviously at his next-door neighbor's yard.
He pushed the vegetables around his plate using his fork with a vengence, and kicked the legs of his chair.
"Mum, how come I can never have cool stuff like that, but Pete does?"
His mother sighed as she picked up his plate and put it in the sink.
"Sam, we've been over this. You know that you don't have the qualifications to legally build your own time machine."
"Neither does Pete..."
"No, but he has his dad help him, which means it's all fine."
"Thanks, dearest," said Sam's father dryly.
Sam scowled, but inside his head, he could feel a plan beginning to form...
"I just don't understand it!" Pete was saying to the entire playground. "We built the machine to the letter of the instructions, there was no reason for the anomaly created by bringing a creature forward in time to cause my new dinosaur to turn into a chicken egg!"
"I dunno," said Dan, one of his friends. "I mean, I knew dinosaurs became chickens..."
"Yeah, but not that fast," said Pete mornfully. "And dad won't let me get another one, just in case it causes a rip in time and destroys the universe."
"That's just too bad. I'm sorry," said Sam, who wasn't at all sorry.
After all, it's hard to be sorry when you have a dinosaur hidden in your shed.
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Lucinda was 13 when she discovered her cat had a British accent.