Dinosaur's Packed Lunch by Jacqueline Wilson

Chapter Two
    Dinah cheered up when they went into a special dinosaur exhibition. Dinosaurs were huge monsters who lived millions of years ago.

    Dinah liked the look of dinosaurs.
    Some of the dinosaurs were very fierce and vicious. Judy and Danielle squealed. Dinah didn’t mind a bit.

    The dinosaurs had huge long names to match their size.
    Dinah wasn’t very good at reading but she found she had no problem spelling out brontosaurus . . .

    . . . and tyrannosaurus and triceratops.

    She particularly liked the iguanodon. It had a funny pointed thumb spike. Perhaps the iguanodon sucked its thumb, too.

    Miss Smith got cross because Dinah kept lagging behind.
    â€œHurry up, Dinah. It’s lunchtime,” said Miss Smith.
    Everyone had a packed lunch except Dinah. Dad always forgot things like packed lunches. Sometimes Judy shared her packed lunch with Dinah. But not today.

    â€œOoh, my mum’s given me prawn sandwiches and a bunch of grapes and a Kit Kat and a can of Coke. Want half my Kit Kat, Danielle?” said Judy.

    Dinah crept away, feeling very empty. She wandered back to the iguanodon, sucking her thumb.
    â€œI wish I had a mum to make me a packed lunch,” said Dinah.

    A hand reached out and patted her on the shoulder.
    A huge scaly hand with a spiked thumb!
    The iguanodon reached down and picked Dinah up. It cradled her in its arms, rocking backwards and forwards.

    The iguanodon made Dinah her own packed lunch.
    She ate a leaf sandwich, a bunch of daisies, a twig snack bar and a bottle of dinosaur juice.

    The dinosaur juice was a very bright green. It tasted strange too, but Dinah drank a few drops.

    The iguanodon wiped Dinah’s mouth in a motherly way.
    â€œDinah! Where are you?”
    Miss Smith was coming! Dinah jumped down and the iguanodon shot back into place with a rattle and a clunk. Miss Smith didn’t see. She was cross with Dinah.
    Dinah was too dazed to care.

    All the other children were in the gift shop buying books and stickers and little rubber dinosaurs.

    Dinah didn’t have any money but she didn’t mind. She didn’t want a book or a sticker or a little rubber dinosaur.
    She had just had a dinosaur’s packed lunch!
    Dinah was very quiet on the bus going back.
    â€œYou’re not going to be sick, are you, Dinah?” Miss Smith asked anxiously.
    Dinah wasn’t sure. She felt very strange. She sucked her thumb, but it tasted strange, too.

    She went to bed straight after supper. Perhaps she should have had a bath. Her skin felt strange now, hard and dry and itchy.
    Dinah sucked her strange thumb and went to sleep. She dreamt very strange dreams.

Chapter Three
    When Dinah woke, something even stranger had happened.
    She sat up and her head bumped against the ceiling! Her bed was so tiny she had to cram her knees right up under her chin.
    Her bedroom had shrunk in the night.
    No. Even stranger . . .

    Dinah had grown. She had grown and grown and grown. She had grown a long back and long legs and a long tail!
    Dinah gasped and sucked her thumb. At least she still had a thumb.
    She wondered what to do.
    She decided she’d better tell Dad.

    She had to bend double to get out of her bedroom door and . . .

    edge along the hall, her head neatly sweeping up the cobwebs (Dinah and her dad didn’t bother about dusting) . . . and then she had to bend right down again to get into Dad’s bedroom.
    â€œDad. Dad! Wake up, Dad,” said Dinah.

    â€œWhat’s the matter?” Dad mumbled. “Stop yelling at me, Dinah.”
    Dad peered out from under the bedcovers. He saw Dinah.
    Dad was the one who did the yelling this time.
    â€œAaaaaaaaah!”

    â€œA monster! A monster! Run, Dinah, there’s a monster in my bedroom,” Dad yelled.
    â€œHey, Dad. It’s me, Dinah. I’m the monster,” said Dinah. “Well, I think I’ve turned into a dinosaur, actually. It