Pharaohsaurus NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda


“It looks like a pharaoh,” the boy commented.

“Hmm …” the girl leaned her elbows on the display case to take a photo. Dinosaurs weren’t Pharaohs, but her little brother was obsessed with anything Egyptian, so it was easier to agree. Took long enough to drag him out of that wing of the museum and into what she really wanted to see.

“Do you think the pharaohs saw one of these and it gave them the idea?”

She sighed. “There were no dinosaurs left at the time of pharaohs.”

“It’s not what I meant!” His nudge made her take a photo of a piece of plaster instead of the fossil bones. “Maybe they found something like this one.”

“Stop it!” She hissed. They’d be told to leave if they fought.

“Sorry.” He was, only sort of. “Is it called a ‘pharaohsaurus’?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Well, it should!”




For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Museum in 147 words



23 thoughts on “Pharaohsaurus

    • Ha! Children everywhere (siblings, especially) are … well … children everywhere … πŸ™‚ As for the reasoning — I mean, seriously, can you fault this? Short of elongated head aliens landing in Egypt and all that, where ELSE would the pharaohs have gotten their headdress idea? πŸ˜‰

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    • In truth, I wouldn’a know about the ACTUAL experienced sense of the pest-potential of kid brothers, seeing that I only got me sisters (lots of them, but no brothers) … but I hear ya … πŸ˜‰
      My sisters — older as well as younger than I — can be right about things, too. A lot of the time. Does that qualify? πŸ˜‰

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