Cameron and the Dinosaur Heroes

By Donna Phelps and Cameron Phelps

There once was a little boy named Cameron.  He loved dinosaurs.  One day, when he was bored, he and his little cocker spaniel named Kitt went for a ride in a time machine box.  They landed in another time...the time of the dinosaurs!

Cameron and Kitt get to meet several different types of dinosaurs, including Cameron's favorite, the dangerous Tyrannosaurus Rex.  He and his new friend help others when bad things happen to their friends.  And they meet several new friends to help them before it is time for Cameron and Kitt to head back home.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781438963549

Donna Phelps

Donna Phelps grew up as the daughter of a minister/carpenter and musician/account manager. Her family moved throughout Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Colorado and South Dakota. She received her Associates Degree in Business Administration and worked as an administrative assistant until leaving to become a full time mother. She has two boys, the youngest of which is low-functioning autistic. When Cameron was about ten years old, he began commenting about different activities he would like to do with dinosaurs. After talking about what he was imagining, Donna and Cameron worked out characters and a plot. It has been a pleasure for Donna to put on paper some of her son’s dreams and ideas.

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2011 Donna & Cameron Phelps. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse  01/22/2021

ISBN: 978-1-4389-6353-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-2476-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4389-6354-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011901322

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Cameron, without your wonderful imagination and great sense of humor, this book would have never been written.

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Table of Contents

A Box, a Pillow, and a Yellow Steering Wheel

The Not So Tiny Surprise

Dinosaur Tag

Fish for the Fire

Visiting Smoky

Freddy and the Sharks

A Call for Help

Pokey Pete

Freddy Plans a Joke

The Four Protectors

In No Time

Dinosaur Glossary

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A Box, a Pillow, and a Yellow Steering Wheel

Cameron was bored. He was tired of TV. He didn’t want to play outside. He was mad at his brother. So the ten-year-old boy lay on his tummy on his bed and kicked the wall. His brown eyes were closed, and he wished for something exciting to do. Instead, he listened to the sounds he made with his feet. Swish went his leg. Thunk went his bare foot against the wall. Impatiently, he pushed his soft brown hair out of his eyes and wiped away the sweat that slowly trickled over his round, usually happy face. The sweat covered the spray of freckles that ran across his nose, making them sparkle like flecks of gold in the beam of sunlight that gently touched his face. He stared up at the open window, squinting at the brightness. Swish. Thunk. Swish. Thunk.

Cameron stared at the wall. He stared at the floor. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He rattled and juggled the small box in his pocket. Since he was bored, he pulled it out and opened it. It contained a small metal rod and stone. Cameron’s dad had given it to him as a reward for learning how to use them to start his own fire. His eyes stared off into space as he remembered what fun he and his Dad had camping, fishing, and hunting together. His Dad had looked so proud when Cameron had got his fire going! They had used it to cook their dinner that night.

Cameron’s happy smile faded as his eyes refocused on the ceiling. His hands shook the box in his pocket. He still didn’t know what to do.

I wish I could play somewhere else, he thought. I wish I could play with dinosaurs. Now that would be fun.

He rolled over on his tummy again and stared down at the floor. His favorite book of dinosaurs lay beside him on the bed. Even his dream of having a T. rex for a best friend seemed boring. He had always imagined his T. rex to be red, his favorite color. And he would be a super dinosaur, growing bigger and faster than any other dinosaur ever had. He would know things no other dinosaur did, and he and Cameron would work together to protect and care for other dinosaurs that were in trouble or needed superhero help.

Cameron sighed. Somehow it didn’t matter that no real dinosaur would be that smart. His friend would be. He just knew it. And what fun they would have.

Suddenly, Cameron’s little, black, white, and brown cocker spaniel puppy ran into the room and came up to his bed. Kitt stretched up until he was standing on his hind legs. He looked at Cameron, and his head tipped to one side.

Go away, Cameron growled. I don’t want to play.

Kitt’s head tipped the other way, and his bright eyes looked at Cameron. He barked.

Cameron rolled onto his back and yelled, I said, go away. He listened to Kitt’s feet padding out of the room. Once again it was quiet, and all he could hear was the swish, thunk of his leg.

Then Kitt came back, and he was dragging something heavy. It had a funny sound, so Cameron rolled onto his stomach and looked over the side of the bed. Kitt stood beside a huge box. The box was on its side, and the flap was open.

Cameron looked inside. He thought he saw something. He stared into the box. Nothing was there. It was just another boring box. He rolled back over. Kitt barked again. Cameron waved him away. It’s just a box, Kitt.

Again he heard Kitt leave, and this time Kitt brought back Cameron’s favorite pillow. It was red and blue with gold trim. Cameron watched Kitt tug and tug it to the box. Kitt dropped the pillow, tipping his head to one side as he looked at it. Then he used his paws and began pushing the pillow through the opening. He barked excitedly as first one side, than the other cleared the edge of the box. Using his teeth, he nipped playfully at the pillow; then he gave it a final tug.

Cameron laughed as the pillow tumbled back out onto the floor. Kitt howled in dismay, so Cameron reached down and placed the pillow in the box, smoothing out all the bumps and creases. When it was inside, Kitt happily wagged his tail and ran from the room.

Cameron heard funny bumps and bonks as Kitt ran back toward the room again. This time he brought in a small yellow steering wheel. It had a key on a cord that was dragging behind the puppy. Kitt pulled that into the box, too. Then he sat down on the pillow. He pointed his little nose at the top of the box and howled.

Cameron laughed and got off the bed. Okay, okay, I’ll sit with you, he said. Kitt wagged his tail as Cameron picked up his dinosaur book and pushed the puppy over so he could sit next to Kitt on the pillow. Kitt waited and looked at him.

Cameron thought how cool this box would be if it was a time machine. He imagined steering it into all kinds of new places. But most of all, he imagined driving it back in time to see dinosaurs.

He picked up the steering wheel. Kitt wagged his tail, but Cameron didn’t notice.

He put the key into the slot and turned it to on. A sudden roar, like a huge engine starting, filled the room. Cameron looked out of the box in surprise. He still saw his bed, but when he put out his hand to touch it, he couldn’t. It was too far away.

Cameron looked at the front of the box. It had changed shape and now looked like a long red cone. An antenna stuck out of the front. A light on the antenna blinked, first red, then yellow, then green.

Cameron looked at the steering wheel. He saw a big panel, like a computer screen. On the screen, a question glowed back at him: Do you want to see a dinosaur? Two words in boxes shaped like ice cream cones blinked below the question. The blue one