Dinosaur and friends come home with milk..

Dinosaur was a kind, friendly boy from Eastern Albasomia, Mizuraur state. His often reddened cheeks

on his green face (he was completely green) betrayed his shyness. Whenever he went to the store to buy Paskate milk (there was also a Rogate company, which was Paskate's competitor, and their milk was too fatty for our Dinosaur, and Dino was a boy with a large body, and fatty

milk might be harmful to him), he would walk hand in hand with his mother. One day, our hero went to the store to buy wafers, because his mother promised him he could go buy

one for himself. And he went to the Karo Biss store...

"Good morning!" said our kind and friendly Dino

. "Good morning, Dino. How can I help you?" replied the salesman with a smile.

Our Dino thought for a moment...

"Hmm... I'd like a wafer," Dino replied shyly.

"I'm serving it," said Mr. Lama

. "How much do I pay?"

"5 złoty," the salesman replied, placing two milks on the counter .

Dino thought for a moment: "I always go with my mom to get milk, and now I'm without my mom, so why did he give me milk... oh... because now I'm buying two

milks.

" "Thank you, goodbye!" shouted the delighted Dinosaur as he left the store

. "Goodbye, come back." Dino heard

Dino returning from the store, singing a song ("When I'm pouring, I like to look at the sewage treatment plants") that he had recently heard on the radio

(Radio Z(ielen)). As usual, he met one of his friends from the Green Brigade:

"Yo yo Diino Meeen. What's up, meeen?" said the skater boy, Czarls, who was a zebra (a black zebra with white stripes). His family consisted

of: a father – a tiger, a mother – a hippopotamus, and a sister – a giraffe. The tiger had a father – a whale and a mother – an ant. Their union may seem

strange, but after the ant and the whale had intercourse, a tiger was created, which was half the size of the ant and the whale (as many ants could

fit inside a tiger as tigers could fit inside a whale). These were the final elements in the zebra's family tree.

"Hey, dude. Oh well, it's running somehow, a little trickle, actually, from the tap," Dino greeted the zebra.

"You, dude, come with us to the forest for mushrooms today," the zebra began to say

. "Well, actually, I didn't set up with anyone, I can push,"

Dino replied. He went with the zebra first to find his sister, the giraffe, and then to the forest. As he walked, the giraffe's long neck caught in tree branches. They

also met Auntie Ant, who had been visited by Auntie Penguin and her Uncle Anteater. The giraffe hit her head the hardest at that moment and

swayed a bit as if she were under the influence of alcohol, so Aunt Ant and Uncle Anteater thought she was drunk.

"Hey, sister, why are you so hot?" They looked at you sharply, said Charles to the giraffe.

"Well, it's not my fault these trees are so short, and I'm banging on them like a drum," she replied.

"Bend down a bit, and you won't rub yourself so hard," suggested Dino, who had been going mushroom picking with them the whole time and was holding the milk he'd bought

instead of a waffle

. "Okay," the giraffe grumbled.

While walking through the forest, looking for mushrooms, because they finally went for them, they came across a strange object...

"Do you see what I see?" asked Dino, surprised.

"Uh..." the giraffe groaned

. "That must be a Big Lottery ticket!" cried Charles with delight.

Everyone screamed with joy because they realized it was still a valid Big Lottery ticket, and they had 6 million złoty in their hands. The whole

forest must have heard their screams. They had to think things over:

"So what are we going to do with it?" We still have... hmm... - asked Charles and thought for a moment - three days to collect the money, then it

's gone - announced Charles, slightly worrying the rest of the companions

. - And where is the nearest Lotto branch? In Budapest, I think, right? - replied the giraffe, inquiringly.

- Well, I guess so - said our main character, Dinosaur.

- So what's the plan? Shall we go? - asked Charles and waited for a "yes."

- We'll go, because what else are we supposed to do? There's 6 million to win, so we have to go eventually, right?

So they went. They walked and walked and walked and walked. They walked until dusk fell. It got dark, and the young animals started to get a little scared. They were finally

alone in the forest.

- We have to take a break - said a tired Dino.

- But time is money, and we only have three days - stammered the tired giraffe.

- You really are screwed, aren't you?

"What about this break?!" Dino exclaimed, interrupting their argument .

"Oh, hmm? Let's get some sleep, but we'll take turns keeping watch, or they'll steal our lottery ticket.

" Charles yawned, giving the word. "Okay, I'll keep watch first, and you two get some sleep," Dino ordered.

The zebra and the giraffe went to bed, and Dino sat down, left to his own devices and his thoughts. What will happen to Dino now? The little boy thought to himself.

"I can't be afraid, it's just a forest," he tried to bolster his courage. He was truly afraid that one of the guerrilla ants would snatch the ticket for themselves and he

wouldn't notice, so he put it in the inside pocket of his fleece jacket. He had a beautiful blue fleece jacket. His mother had bought it for him for his birthday, and since then

he'd worn it every day to get milk.

Two hours had passed, and Dino was barely making any contact. He looked at his companions and woke Charles, telling him it was his turn to go on watch. Czarls,

seemingly well rested, got up and Dino lay down, trying to fall asleep. As Czarls awoke, he tried to remember what he had dreamed about, but it was difficult for him.

Because he's more prone to holes than Grandma Ant, but less so than Sister Giraffe. Finally, the epiphany came, and he knew...

He dreamed of a magnificent savannah, where he'd had so many girls it was exaggerated. They all said to him, "Charles... you're so beautiful...", while another one said,

"Charles, what are you doing to have such beautiful hooves?" Our guard settled back and continued dreaming of such beautiful moments until

he finally fell asleep.

Less than two hours later, the most rested Giraffe woke up. His head slammed into a tree as a greeting.

"Oh my... why is the ceiling so low?" she sobbed in despair, calling a tree branch the ceiling (a giraffe was naturally very clumsy. She was often

a laughingstock, but everyone liked her anyway). "Hmm..." she thought, her head starting to spin. Suddenly, she had an epiphany, as if it had fallen on her with the force

of Niagara Falls, like a warm summer rain, like 10 tons of lead from a cartoon on CARTOON NETWORK, like a bucket of water on Smingus Dyngus from the tenth floor.

"Why isn't anyone guarding the ticket!!!?" she exclaimed, dazzled.

She began to wake Dino and Charles.

"What's five?" Charles replied in a relaxed voice

. "Exactly..." Dino replied

. "Who was the last one to guard the ticket and fell asleep??!!?" the giraffe exclaimed, frothing and indignant.

"Yeah..." Charles replied innocently, his head down as if he'd committed the worst crime of his life and been reprimanded by his own mother,

the Hippo.

"And where's the ticket??!" The giraffe took the initiative, speaking like a prosecutor in court to the accused.

"Uh, um... I don't know..." Charles Dino continues with his head down.

Surprised and uncomprehending, he watches it all from the sidelines, thinking about his dream. He dreamed he was a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex

and all the girls were staring at him. In the background, however, he heard a giraffe and her brother arguing. 'Not those jerks...' he thought to himself.

"So what happened to the coupon?" the giraffe shouted furiously .

"Well, I have it," Dino said, interrupting their argument

. "What do you mean? How did you get it? Why didn't you say anything?" the siblings began to ask questions in unison. "

Well, during the first watch, I accidentally hid it in my fleece jacket so no one would steal it. I forgot Charles was supposed to be guarding it,"

Dino explained.

"That's great," the giraffe said in an offended voice.

"So what do we do now? Where are we going?" - asked Charles from a distance, he was a bit confused as if he had fallen into a mixer at maximum speed making

potato pancakes

- Well, let's go to sleep, no one has to stand guard anymore, because Dino has a coupon in his fleece pocket - said the giraffe in an ostentatious tone

"Clever," her brother muttered under his breath.

"Any wheezing?" the giraffe grumbled, looking at the zebra from above (where else? From below?).

"Okay, no, come to bed."

And they slept, and slept, snored, and wheezed, and slept... Dino woke up first. In a hoarse voice, he said,

"Get up!"

Dino remembered he had milk with him, which he had bought at Mr. Lama's shop before the expedition. At that very moment,

a problem arose in his tiny head: what to do with the milk? He decided to break a twig from the nearest tree. It was quite high, so Dino had to lift his plump body off

the ground. It wasn't easy. Jumping, he strained his twenty-third rib. It hurt him terribly, both in his mind and body, that he wasn't as athletic

a dinosaur as his idol, Tyrannosaurus Rex. He cried. As his tears fell to the ground, splashing his legs and cleaning the dirt between his fingernails,

the giraffe took pity on him and, without much effort, plucked a twig he'd chosen, one just thick enough to hold

his two heavy milks. Dino was delighted to see the plucked twig. He immediately pulled out a plastic bag (from the Beetle store), filled it with milk

, and tied it around the twig. He slung the twig with the bag over his shoulder. He looked like a tramp (but he's from a different story).

After all this commotion, Charls woke up. His stripes had faded a bit, indicating he hadn't had enough sleep.

"Oh my, that's too much, hmmm..." Charles stretches, catching his breath and recalling a dream that's so close to his memory in his brain, yet so far away

that he can't remember what he dreamed about. "But I had a dream..." she hesitantly blurted out the clue, as he couldn't remember what he'd dreamed anyway, but to

avoid looking like a hypocrite in front of the crew, he threw in one.

"What did you dream about?" - the standard giraffe question when someone says something, the giraffe asks just for the sake of asking, even nonsense (e.g., someone says,

"A glass is made of glass," the giraffe replies, "What?" or "Why?").

"What?

" "I'm asking, what did you dream about..." the sister replied with a bit of embarrassment to her brother's short, unanswerable question. A somewhat lazy question,

giving time to think. If you say, "What?" This takes the speaker little time and also gives them time to think, because the second person in the dialogue

has to repeat what they just said, which the first person didn't understand.

"Oh, that's just bullshit," the brother replied with a slight trepidation, without a moment's thought, so that his beloved sister wouldn't think he didn't remember

. "Aha..." the giraffe resignedly, powerless to ask another question or continue the dialogue.

"Okay, no time for chatter, we have to get going!" Dino yelled from afar, admiring the result of his work—a bag of milk hanging on

a branch. "We've wasted a lot of time because of all your chatter.

" "Let's go!" Dino (as his mother used to call him by his nickname) gave the signal, and they set off.

They passed two shops, among other places, and without noticing them, our friends walked through the forest, and they walked and walked and walked.

Finally, when they passed the sauna and the flying amusement park that was landing near the "In Honor of Diplodocus" monument, with the inscription in parentheses "

15.27m tail" carved beneath it, they saw it... It was large, almost too large for their small pupils to see...

A billboard stood proud and resilient, still smelling of paint... The inscription "Win money through luck" above the smaller one "6 digits are enough" was as conspicuous as sand in the Sahara, a wave

on a stormy ocean, or ice in Antarctica (or, ultimately, like a full moon in a cloudless winter sky). Below was a list

(quite large) of larger lottery outlets, where the biggest winnings could be claimed. Among the maze of outlets was Budapest, which, to

the three friends, stood out the most. Next to it was the address: Fazowa Street (near the "Rąbek tajemnicy" store).

"This board fell like rain from the sky..." Dino began to speak in a delighted voice.

"It came out like a molehill..." added the giraffe.

Charles just stood there with his mouth open, shaped like a capital 'O', or a Kaiser roll, or a 'Hedgehog'. He couldn't close his mouth, as if he had

a light bulb inserted, the removal of which would be next to impossible (really, a minor plastic surgery), as it could damage the inside of his mouth.

"So who remembers the address?" Dino asked timidly. "

I don't know, maybe we should play sailor?" the giraffe replied, continuing Dino's timid tone

. "Then maybe we should write it down?" Charles replied with a question. His tone of voice gave the impression that the light bulb had actually just been removed from his mouth.

He didn't hear the answer for about 23 to 26 seconds. Dino and the zebra were in the same state Charles was in before he asked the question, and thus the precious

answer.

"Enough... You Charles, write it down and we'll go," Dino said after a moment's pause.

After completing the necessary tasks, the friends set off on their journey and, to pass the time, talked a lot about the past. They reminisced about the times

straight from their vacation. Their favorite pastime was playing hide-and-seek or scavenger hunt. Once, a giraffe pretended to be an ostrich and hid its head in a drain

. Then, Dino was looking for it, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he got hit in the face with its tail as he passed by, he wouldn't have noticed it. Thus, reminiscing:

The happy times passed on the way out of the forest and they emerged to the sea... They were so surprised that 'silence escaped their lips for several seconds,' as the

math teacher used to say when someone was unprepared for an answer. Finally, as their reflections filtered through their friends and everyone was communicating,

they noticed a balloon port near the shore...

"What is it doing here?!" exclaimed Dino in amazement.

"Don't brag about your English... This is a balloon port, you get it, you sausage guy??!" exclaimed Charles excitedly.

"Oh my... What's it doing here?" the surprised giraffe stammered. "It's standing there.

"

"But why by the sea and not by the forest?

" "Why not otherwise?" Charles's answer to the giraffe's question shut its round mouth.

The three friends remained silent for a moment; Dino was the first to wake up.

"We'll fly to Budapest in this thing!" he exclaimed with euphoria.

"Do we have a sledge?" Charles asked in a relaxed voice.

"We'll show the coupon and say we'll pay when he takes us, dude! Think a little!" Dino finished off Charles's scolding.

The giraffe had been standing in the corner, listening, as if they were in a room. After a moment, it woke up, shouting,

"Let's go!"

And they set off. Their journey was long. They encountered a camel, as is common in the desert, and also a whale, probably one of

the grandfather's banded siblings, as befits the sea. After a great adventure, they learned that a dromedary had two humps. They also learned that the whale had two

teeth, which had serious consequences. As it swam, it thought it had no teeth and that a lot of water was pouring into its mouth, so it swam

with its mouth closed. Finally, when they reached the port, a magnificent array of balloons met their eyes, all shapes and colors, long and

short... Some were fresh, fresh off the assembly line. A large green balloon with a red basket stood out among the crowd.

It was round, like a Christmas bauble hanging from a tree. The model was rather larger, meaning a vibrant green, reflecting

the summer sun, and surrounding the balloon was a halo of light. A trip in such a balloon must be the quintessence of the pleasure of traveling in this

unique means of transportation.

"We'll take this one," Dino briefly and concisely commented on the balloon, simultaneously ordering the rest of his friends.

"What's its name?" asked Charles.

"Hmm, I see the writing there... wait, wait... Comet!" his sister replied, who, despite her long neck, couldn't quite make out the writing on

the basket and balloon.

"So, shall we take the Comet?" Dino asked impatiently.

"Why not?" Charles repeated his answer from a few minutes earlier.

"Because we'll fly high, we'll fly away..." the giraffe dreamily sang in the background.

"I want to fly away, high, 'so high...'" Dino sang with feeling.

"So let's go rent one from the boss somewhere around here, come on!" Charles cheerfully said. They

approached a booth. It looked like it was renting balloons. Inside sat an old bearded man...

"Good morning!" Dino boldly began the conversation.

"Yo!" the siblings standing nearby shouted in unison, their tone arrogant, superior to the elephants.

"Hello..." the individual sitting in the booth replied in a voice like something out of a horror movie. Only his torso was visible; his face was obscured, meaning it didn't

fit through the tiny window of the kiosk.

"We wanted to rent this balloon here." Dino engaged in a conversation with the individual in the booth. He just realized this one was an Archeoptera.

"You know how expensive that is, young man?

" "I can guess."

"Where do you want to fly it? Sightseeing, or perhaps a specific destination?

" "We want to fly to Budapest!" Dino stated proudly.

"It will cost 512,300 złoty with a carrier, or 412,300 złoty without a carrier. "

Dino and his friends, after a moment of deliberation, decided without a carrier.

"We'll go without a carrier.

" "And who will fly it?" he asked, though it was a stupid question. Why had he asked whether with a carrier or not?

Only he knew the answer.

"Well, us! And who?" the friends exclaimed.

"Okay, then I'd like the money."

"Uh, um, there's a problem, we don't have cash, so we have a lottery ticket with a guaranteed first-prize win,"

Dino said proudly, puffing out his chest. After a moment that lasted about 20 minutes, Archeoptak checked the coupon and said he would lend them a balloon. The three

friends, delighted as if they had filled it, turned towards the balloon they had chosen... Their eyes turned

into plates, or even dishes, the giraffe's neck seemed longer than usual.

"Thank you and see you soon!" they shouted to Archeoptak in farewell.

When they reached the balloon, the giraffe entered first (it had to bend down because, unfortunately, the balloon didn't have a 4-meter basket), then

Charles entered, and finally Dino. Dino and Charles unhooked the ropes that prevented the balloon from floating away on its own.

Suddenly, they rose into the air. Kaiser rolls appeared on their faces, like those from a bakery. Still hot. That's what they had on their faces. Exactly. Still

They rose into the air. Slowly, but velvety. The feeling was incredible. A light gust of wind rocked the balloon, and suddenly

the rolls of bread escaped their faces. They stopped rising; they were already quite high, when suddenly the giraffe noticed how far above the ground they were. Now

, you could say it had a roll of bread on its face. Its roll of bread was so big you could put 2kg of potatoes in it. Charles freaked it out a bit;

the giraffe almost pissed in its pants. While the siblings were freaking out, Dinosaur admired the landscape. He could see almost the entire zoo

, where they had been since birth. They were in the zoo that had the largest area of ​​trees on its grounds, and our main

characters could go mushroom picking—well, almost mushroom picking, because there were never any mushrooms in this forest. It was a Plastick forest. So, the trees

were plastic. These animals had never seen real trees, so the plastic trees didn't bother them. They were as normal to them

as real trees were to people outside their zoo. Okay, Dino saw all of this. He looked at the entire garden, stretching from

one end of the horizon to the other. It was so vast. Suddenly, dark clouds began to appear in the sky. At first, they were far away, but

they moved at a tremendous speed. They became darker and darker, and more and more mystical. Dino tapped his siblings on the shoulder, still shivering.

"Hey, what are those clouds? Is a storm coming?" Dino asked, slightly frightened!

The giraffe and her brother woke up and looked around...

"Uh... um... I'm scared," the giraffe said, even more frightened than Dino

. "Me too." Charles began gnashing his teeth. " I'm

really, really scared," Dino barely managed

. "Hey, I have an idea." Have you seen how they always throw out those bags of sand or something? To get higher? So maybe we'll do that and fly above

the clouds, huh? - he suggested to the frightened rest of his friends .

- Oookkk - stammered the giraffe .

Zebra, with Dino's help, unfastened two sandbags. They rose higher and higher, but they were still under the clouds...

- Gosh, these clouds seem to never end - the frightened giraffe kept saying - think of something! - the giraffe shouted in anger and helplessness.

- Charles, what are we doing? A manly decision... Are we trying above or below? - Dino asked manfully.

- I don't know - Charles replied manfully

. - That's great - the giraffe said

. A moment of silence... everyone pondered. They had to decide what to do

. - Hey... I see Budapest (it was actually one of their zoos)! - Dino exclaimed with joy.

- Indeed! - exclaimed the giraffe and jumped for joy...

The giraffe overdid it with the croissant and stepped on its tail while jumping. It almost would have fallen out of the balloon if it weren't for the

seat belt.

"You have to pee at the best of times," Charles grumbled under his breath.

"Stop it! We're about to go down with this balloon, we're getting close to Budapest," the giraffe slammed him.

"Y. Wait..." Dino pondered.

Dino had to analyze the whole thing...

"If we threw away the sandbags to go up, what do we have to do to go down? Jump?" he asked, and at that moment

the giraffe and Charles almost choked on their saliva.

"What? Uh..." the giraffe stammered .

"What? Uh..." Charles repeated

. "Well, what do we do now?" Dino laughed with fear.

"Hmm. Oh! I know! Does anyone have a pin?" "Charles figured something out.

" "I don't," Dino denied

. A moment of silence. The giraffe stood staring at Budapest. She longed to be on earth now. On lovely land. Not in this terrible

space. Everyone had completely forgotten about the terrible clouds they had long since passed by because of this puzzle.

"Are you alive? What are you doing?" her brother nudged her.

"Oh, well. Did you say something?" the giraffe woke up.

"Well, give me the hairpin, because we have to pop the balloon to get down," Charles told her rather quickly

. "Why me?" the giraffe asked, surprised

. "Because no one else can have a hairpin but you. You're a woman, after all. Or maybe not?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"I say I don't. I don't have hair, only fur!

" "Okay, it doesn't matter about the hairpin..." Dino said. "You can bite the balloon, giraffe, just straighten up." "Not that I

'm laughing at you, but you have a long neck and you could bite through that balloon," Dino finished. "

After long negotiations, like during the kidnapping of the Albanian sheikh's daughter, the giraffe bit through the balloon and almost tore out its teeth. The balloon was

quite strong. Obviously, it had to be strong to support such a zoo. They fell gently, approaching the surface of our

planet, which is 71% water, and fell like a feather in a light breeze. When they neared the ground...

"Krzyś! Get up!" Krzyś's mother called from the other room. "It's late! You have school at 8," she finished

. Krzyś woke up. The whole story turned out to be just a dream of one of the elementary school students in a town near Warsaw. Krzyś had a very vivid

imagination. The main character, a dinosaur, reminded him of the cursor on a friend's Windows. He had a cursor, a dinosaur that walked in place.

The inspiration for this fairy tale came from several Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays and Mondays. Less often, Tuesdays. Krzyś went to school thinking

about his dream.