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ladyofastolatHow to go from crushing disappointment to elation in one minute:
I scroll down to a new screen of books. "Clash of the Dinosaurs: Watch Dinosaurs Do Ballet!" I read. I stop. I double-take. "Ah!" I realise, with crushing disappointment, "it says 'battle.'"
I scroll down to the next screen... and it's a book called "The Rise of Humans," showing a nice hairy Early Man crouching in long grass - (a particularly long clump of grass is tactfully standing tall and proud between his legs) - while clutching a flint and eyeing a very tiny sabre-toothed tiger which is possibly soon to be crushed by half a distant elephant. Yay! It's that Holy Grail of the modern world: a children's Stone Age book!
I'd rather have a book about ballet-dancing dinosaurs, though.
I scroll down to a new screen of books. "Clash of the Dinosaurs: Watch Dinosaurs Do Ballet!" I read. I stop. I double-take. "Ah!" I realise, with crushing disappointment, "it says 'battle.'"
I scroll down to the next screen... and it's a book called "The Rise of Humans," showing a nice hairy Early Man crouching in long grass - (a particularly long clump of grass is tactfully standing tall and proud between his legs) - while clutching a flint and eyeing a very tiny sabre-toothed tiger which is possibly soon to be crushed by half a distant elephant. Yay! It's that Holy Grail of the modern world: a children's Stone Age book!
I'd rather have a book about ballet-dancing dinosaurs, though.
