Timmy the T. rex Learns to Say Sorry
- LettersLetter
- May 21
- 5 min read
Timmy the T. rex loved to stomp.
He stomped in the morning.
He stomped in the afternoon.
He even stomped when he was trying to be quiet.
“Stomp, stomp, STOMP!” said Timmy, as he ran into Pebble Park.
Pebble Park was bright and green. Big ferns waved in the wind. Smooth stones made little paths. A soft mud puddle sat in the middle, just right for splashing.
Timmy’s friends were already there.
Lulu the longneck was stacking tall stones.
Nico the Triceratops was lining up shiny pebbles.
Rexi the raptor was drawing a game in the dirt.
Tuck the turtle sat nearby, watching everything.
“Hi, Timmy!” said Lulu with a smile.
“Come play!” said Rexi.
“I am playing!” said Timmy.
STOMP!
Timmy ran forward.
BUMP!
CRASH!
Lulu’s tall stack of stones wobbled… and fell.
Clack-clack-clack!
The stones rolled across the ground.
Lulu blinked slowly. “Oh,” she said.
Nico looked at the fallen pile. “That took a long time to build.”
Timmy looked down at the mess.
Then he grinned.
“That wasn’t me,” he said quickly. “That was… a ground shake!”
Rexi tilted her head. “A ground shake?”
“Yep!” said Timmy. “Very shaky ground today.”
Tuck blinked once. “Hmm.”
Lulu began picking up the stones again. “Okay,” she said softly.
“Let’s play something else!” said Timmy, already turning away.
His friends looked at each other.
Then they followed.
Near the snack hill, sweet berries were piled high.
Red berries. Blueberries. Big juicy ones and tiny sour ones.
“I made a snack pile!” said Nico proudly.
“It looks perfect,” said Rexi.
Timmy’s eyes grew wide. “Snacks!”
He ran toward the hill.
“Wait—” said Nico.
SLIP!
Timmy’s foot slid on a loose berry.
WHOOSH!
CRASH!
Berries flew into the air.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
They landed everywhere.
On the ground. On the rocks. On Rexi’s head.
Rexi slowly blinked. A berry slid down her nose.
Nico stared at the empty hill. “My snack pile…”
Lulu looked at Timmy. “That was an accident.”
Timmy stood up, covered in berry juice.
He shook himself.
More berries flew off.
“Wasn’t me,” he said quickly. “That was… a slippery berry attack.”
“A what?” asked Rexi.
“The berries jumped,” said Timmy. “Very sneaky berries.”
Tuck looked at the ground. “The berries do not have feet.”
Timmy shrugged. “Well… they could.”
No one laughed.
Nico sighed and began picking up berries.
“I guess we can clean it,” he said.
Timmy was already walking away.
“Come on!” he called. “Let’s play a game!”
Rexi drew a circle in the dirt.
“We’ll roll a pebble,” she said. “Keep it inside the lines.”
“Easy!” said Timmy.
Nico rolled first. The pebble stayed in the circle.
“Nice,” said Rexi.
Lulu rolled next. Still inside.
“My turn!” said Timmy.
He picked up the pebble.
He grinned.
He rolled it very hard.
ZOOM!
The pebble shot across the circle… out of the lines… and into the stones.
CLACK!
The circle broke apart.
Lines smudged. Pebbles scattered.
The game was gone.
Everyone stared.
“Oh,” said Lulu.
Rexi blinked. “That… was not the game.”
Timmy laughed. “That was a super roll!”
Nico looked at the mess. “The game is ruined.”
Timmy waved a tiny arm. “It’s fine! We can just—”
He paused.
Everyone was looking at him.
No one was smiling.
Timmy shifted his feet.
“Anyway,” he said, “it wasn’t really my fault. The pebble was… too fast.”
“The pebble?” said Rexi.
“Very fast pebble,” said Timmy.
Tuck spoke quietly. “The pebble went where you sent it.”
Timmy looked away.
“Let’s just play something else,” he said.
But this time, no one moved.
The friends stepped aside.
Timmy stayed where he was, kicking a rock.
Rexi leaned in close to the others. “We need a plan.”
Nico nodded. “He keeps doing it.”
“And he never says sorry,” said Lulu gently.
Tuck blinked. “He does not yet understand.”
Rexi’s eyes lit up. “Then we show him.”
“Show him?” asked Nico.
“We do what he does,” said Rexi. “Just a little.”
“Not to be mean,” said Lulu.
“Just to help him see,” said Nico.
Tuck nodded once. “Simple.”
They all agreed.
Timmy turned back. “Are we playing or what?”
“Oh, we’re playing,” said Rexi.
She smiled.
They started small.
Nico walked past Timmy.
BUMP.
“Oh,” said Nico. “Didn’t see you.”
Timmy blinked. “Hey—”
Rexi dashed by.
BUMP!
“Oh no,” she said. “Fast raptor problem.”
Timmy frowned. “What?”
Lulu stepped forward carefully.
Then—bump.
“Oh dear,” she said. “Long neck trouble.”
Timmy stepped back. “Okay… that’s weird.”
Tuck slowly walked by.
Tap.
“Oh,” said Tuck. “I did that.”
Timmy crossed his arms.
“Why does everyone keep bumping me?”
Rexi shrugged. “Not our fault.”
“Yeah,” said Nico. “Very bumpy ground.”
Timmy narrowed his eyes.
“That sounds like my line.”
They kept going.
Timmy picked up a few pebbles.
He stacked them.
One… two… three…
BUMP!
Rexi brushed past.
The stack fell.
Clack!
Timmy stared at it.
“Hey! I just built that!”
Rexi blinked. “Oops. Wind bump.”
“There’s no wind!” said Timmy.
Tuck looked around. “No wind.”
Timmy huffed.
He walked to the snack pile.
Just a few berries were left.
He picked one up.
BUMP!
Nico nudged him.
The berry dropped.
Squish.
“Oh,” said Nico. “Slippery berry.”
Timmy’s mouth opened.
Then closed.
His tail flicked.
“This isn’t fun,” he said.
No one answered.
They just looked at him.
Timmy’s voice got louder.
“Hey! I said this isn’t fun!”
Lulu stepped closer.
Her voice was soft.
“It didn’t feel fun when it happened to us either.”
Timmy froze.
Rexi tilted her head. “Remember the game?”
Nico added, “And the snack pile.”
Tuck said, “And the stones.”
Timmy looked down.
At the pebbles.
At the berries.
At his feet.
“Oh,” he said.
The word came out small.
“I didn’t think,” Timmy said slowly.
No one spoke.
“I was just… playing,” he added.
Lulu nodded. “We know.”
Timmy swallowed.
“But I messed things up,” he said.
“Yes,” said Nico.
Timmy looked at Rexi. “And I didn’t say sorry.”
Rexi gave a small smile. “Nope.”
Timmy took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Then he paused.
“I’m sorry I knocked over your stones, Lulu.”
Lulu’s eyes softened.
“I’m sorry I ruined the snack pile, Nico.”
Nico nodded.
“And I’m sorry I broke the game,” Timmy said, looking at Rexi.
Rexi flicked her tail. “That one was pretty bad.”
Timmy gave a tiny smile.
Then he looked at Tuck.
“And I’m sorry I kept saying it wasn’t my fault.”
Tuck nodded once. “Now you see.”
Timmy looked around.
“I want to fix it,” he said.
And he did.
He picked up stones with his tiny arms.
Slowly.
Carefully.
One by one.
“I can help,” said Lulu.
Together, they rebuilt the stack.
Tall again.
Then Timmy gathered berries.
Not fast.
Not stomping.
Just take careful steps.
“I’ll make a new pile,” he said.
“It looks good,” said Nico.
Rexi redrew the game in the dirt.
Timmy watched.
“Can I try again?” he asked.
Rexi smirked. “Gently this time.”
Timmy nodded.
He rolled the pebble.
Soft.
It stayed inside the circle.
Everyone smiled.
The sun began to dip low.
The park grew quiet.
Timmy lay down in the soft grass.
His big feet were still.
For once.
“No more stomping?” Rexi teased.
Timmy grinned.
“Maybe just a little stomping,” he said.
Very softly—
“stomp… stomp…”
His friends laughed.
And this time, no one got knocked over.
The LettersLetter "Free Bedtime Stories Club" Team
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