T-Rex and the train table

At one time the train table my son received for Christmas was a happy care-free place. Rhino, zebra, and a plant eating dinosaur roamed the lush grassy center of the table. An American Indian tee pee was erected on the site with a canoe that rode on the river flowing from the tables water fall. Then, one day, everything changed for the worse.

A T-Rex, who once resided on a shelf in my son's room, arrived on the verdant plain. It ate the trees placed there with so much love and care, ripping the foliage from it spray foam base. The Indians were never seen again, obviously leaving for less hostile domains. The other animals all vanished; eaten, I assume, by the ravenous Rex.

Now, all is calm on the train table. Nothing lives there. The T-Rex left going back to his shelf during my wife's next cleaning. The other animals haven't returned living now safe in their box of plastic 'stuff'. Now, cars and trucks drive the roads and the trains go down their tracks but no living thing dares inhabit the center of the table for one never knows when the terrible Rex might return. Rar!