Leo glared at the pile of steamed broccoli. He crossed his arms tight against himself. He pushed his plate away as far as he could reach.
Hot steam drifted up from the lumpy green pile. It smelled exactly like the freshly cut grass outside. "No green," Leo declared, tapping his silver fork hard against the wood.
A large hand slid the plate right back across the table. It stopped directly beneath Leo's nose. He slumped down and frowned deeply at the bumpy, weirdly shaped tops.
Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out his plastic T-Rex. He marched the hard orange claws around the edge of his dinner. The dinosaur stopped moving next to a piece that looked exactly like a miniature forest tree.
He crouched down low in his seat. "Roar," he whispered. He opened his jaw as wide as a hungry giant hunting for a snack. The tiny green tree didn't stand a chance.
He stabbed the miniature tree with his fork. The metal clinked sharply against his plate. He lifted his catch high into the air, flying it closer and closer to his waiting teeth.
Leo squeezed his eyes shut tight. He took one giant, lightning-fast dinosaur bite. CRUNCH! The snappy sound echoed across the kitchen loudly.
A burst of warm, salty butter filled his mouth. It did not taste like yucky grass at all. His eyes popped wide open in total shock.
"More trees!" he cheered, grabbing his fork with new energy. He scooped up another bright piece and chomped it down fast. The pile shrank quickly under the dinosaur's mighty appetite.
He flashed a massive grin. He stomped his orange hunter right into the middle of the butter-covered plate. The dinosaur had conquered the terrible forest, and it was actually delicious.
