Oh, no.

Look at this.

It's going to take for ever to get home now.

Abdus, Mum, press the brakes on the car.

It slowed down until it was hardly moving.

Then it came to a stop at the very end off the traffic jam.

I hate this motorway, she said.

Abdou looked at the road ahead.

Hundreds of cars were crawling along the motorway bumper to bumper.

His mom was right.

It would take hours to get home.

Maybe there's been an accident, he said.

Maybe.

Or maybe there are just too many cars on the road these days.

She turned the radio one.

It's a bad end to a good weekend, a great weekend, said Abdou, There, Bean to stay with family up in Manchester.

Now he was tired.

He wanted to go to bed.

He had scored tomorrow, but he couldn't go to bed until he had done his homework.

Mrs.

Hussein, his teacher, wanted everyone in the class to write a story right, a true story, she said, about something that has happened to you.

Abdul had groaned.

Nothing exciting ever happens to me, he said.

And now it was Sunday night.

Mrs.

Hussein wanted the story tomorrow.

And still Abdu had no idea what to write.

Mom kept moving the car forward bit by bit.

The motorway was packed.

There were three lanes full of cars, Lorries and vans.

Mom was in the middle.

The left lane had the Lorries.

One was much taller than all the others.

The back part of it was a metal container painted dark green.

There was no writing on it.

Abdou rolled down his window.

Evening was warm.

He was feeling hot.

He leaned out and looked at the cars ahead.

They're brake Lights flashed red on and off, on and off.

Suddenly there was an O mighty something sound deep on metallic.

Like someone had hit an enormous drum.

What was that?

Said Abdou?

Was it thunder?

I didn't hear anything said Mom.

She moved the car forward a bit more Now the tall green lorry was closer that he cried.

Did you hear it then?

No.

Said Mom.

Turn down the radio.

You're here?

It then she turned it down there.

It was really loud that time.

You must have heard it.

No love.

I think you're dreaming.

Mom turned the radio up again.

Tall green lorry came closer.

It was no more than 50 meters away Now on Abdus left This time Laurie moved.

Abdu saw it clearly.

Hole of the container shook there Waas something inside it There had to be There was something inside banging against the wall and making the drumming sound Abdou saw the metal move side of the lorry Had a dent now like something have punched it from inside.

What on earth, Theo?

Back of the lorry rocked from side to side.

What is in that lorry?

He cried.

Mom, Have you seen it?

Seemed what?

Love that green lorry there It keeps rocking from side to side.

Mom turned around in her seat and looked at him.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I just don't understand why you can't hear the noise or see the rocking Mom shook her head, turned back and moved the car again.

Abdou looked into the other cars.

No one else seemed interested in the green lorry.

Was he the only one who could see this?

Then there came a new sound.

A terrible sound of ripping metaphor.

Five enormous claws ripped through the side with green lorry.

It came again.

But this time it was the roof of the have Do So a foot kick its way out A gigantic armored foot like a dinosaur foot.

The whole of the roof was kicked off on a tyrannis.

Saurus Rex stood out in the back of the lorry.

A Tirana saurus Rex Abdu knew his dinosaurs.

He had watched Jurassic Park 15 times.

The T Rex climbed out, smashed glory and jumped down onto the motorway.

Then it leaped over the fence beside it and marched away across the fields.

Abdou looked again at the cars all around him.

No one had seen it.

Unbelievable.

Mom moved the car forward.

Now they were creeping past the green lorry.

Abdou stared at the metal ripped with Klaus had sliced through the lorry driver didn't look worried.

He was eating an apple.

Abdou leaned out of his window.

Mr Mr you've lost your dinosaur.

I saw it escape.

It ripped the roof off and run away across the fields.

The lorry driver looks him in horror.

No, he wailed.

Really?

Then I'm in trouble.

That is the second T Rex I have lost this week Abdou fell back in his seat.

What a crazy thing, but he hadn't imagined it.

It really had happened on.

It would make a great story.

He pulled his homework book out of his bag, found a pen and began.