Daily farm chores are anything but routine when the livestock runs to stegosaurs and the odd T. Rex.
Not that you’d be able to tell that last bit from the blandly generic narrative: “It’s hard work being a farmer. / You have to wake very early every morning, and you must make sure you have a nice, big breakfast before your day begins.” Presaging what’s to come, though, that “breakfast” is a soft-boiled egg the size of a small watermelon. As the overalls-clad farmer (more a rancher it would seem) sets about carrying hay and mucking out a mountain of malodorous, brown “mess,” each seemingly typical task is witnessed by flocks of smiling dinos (or, in the garden scene, carnivorous-looking flora). Throughout, the farmer looks dismayed in Preston-Gannon’s cut-paper collages, and serving T. Rex an oversized steak isn’t the only moment he seems one step away from being a goner. In the end, though, it’s all really a sweet, rural idyll that ends with the farmer and his prehistoric charges crowded into his moonlit bedroom in a collective snooze.
A bit of dino drollery for the diaper-clad. (Picture book. 2-4)