Art Festival-A Dinosaur Train Fanfic
It was bright and sunny at Troodon Town as it hosted its annual art festival. Creatures from all over the Mesozoic were wandering around all the tents set up near the roundhouse. Some showed off all kinds of art like paintings, drawings, and sculptures and a few others allowed you to make art of your own to take home and enjoy.
In attendance with the other creatures at this event were Mr. and Mrs. Pteranodon while their kids were spending the day with Grandma and Grandpa Pteranodon, Mr. Pteranodon's parents. Buddy, Tiny, Shiny, and Don had already been to the art festival with their parents and brought some of their own art home a couple days ago, so their parents felt no guilt taking a trip to the festival by themselves. Mr. and Mrs. Pteranodon loved their kids a lot, but it was nice to spend some time together without them.
"Hey hun, check this tent out." Mr. Pteranodon said pointing at a tent where a Therizinosaurus was painting on a canvas using only the tips of her claws. He and his wife made their way over and watched the Therizinosaurus paint with such skill and focus. Watching this display, Mr. Pteranodon made a suggestion. "Say, how about we make some art of our own, of each other?" Mrs. Pteranodon looked at him and squawked excitedly. "That sounds wonderful, dear."
So they found a tent nearby where creatures were drawing in sketch books offered by the owners of the tent and got a sketch book of their own. "C'mon hun, you can draw me." Mr. Pteranodon said. He found a rock nearby that he could stand on and struck a pose where he placed his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and had a proud and courageous smile on his face. Mrs. Pteranodon giggled at this display, which she did find very charming. She started drawing her husband down right away. In no time she had finished with two identical drawings, one colored while the other was not.
"They both look really great, hun. Beautiful even." Mr. Pteranodon commented before Mrs. Pteranodon set the sketch book down on the ground. His wife smiled and hovered up a little in the air, her eyes level with his.
"Yes, but not near as beautiful as the real thing." She gave Mr. Pteranodon a soft kiss on the cheek, which caused him to close his eyes and chuckle. He loved it when she kissed him. "Let's go check out some more tents."
So they resumed their tour of the festival for a bit before coming across an interesting display. It was a giant sculpture of a giant clam with its mouth open where creatures could stand on the bottom part and take poses on while they were being drawn or painted. A quetzalcoatlus had just finished having his portrait done by his wife before he walked off of the clam. Mr. Pteranodon looked at the giant clam and then at his wife before he was hit with inspiration. "Hun, would you mind if I made a painting of you on the clam?"
"Oh, sure. You did let me make a drawing of you, seems to me that it's only fair that I let you paint me."
"Great, walk onto the lower part of the clam's mouth and I'll paint you. And if I could make a suggestion…" He whispered into his wife's ear and she smiled at him. "Well, if you would like me to pose like that, I think I will." She walked onto the bottom part of the open mouth clam. She got down and laid herself on her stomach, held up her hands and clasped them together before resting her chin on them, pointed her head towards her husband, and lifted her feet up into the air and smiled sweetly at him. "I'm ready. Mr. Pteranodon." She said batting her eyelashes at him.
Mr. Pterandon's heart skipped a beat and he happily got the canvas and paint he needed to get to work. He had taken art classes in Troodon Town years ago and learned how to paint. He looked from the canvas to his wife and back to the canvas again, wanting to get every detail just right. Mrs. Pteranodon smiled and loved the attention she was getting from him. He looked up at her again after he was halfway done. "How you doing, hun?"
"Oh, just fine."
He looked at her lovingly. "You look very beautiful in that pose. Then again, you're always look very beautiful, I've always thought so since the day I first met you."
"Thanks." Mrs. Pteranodon said lovingly back. "And I've always thought that you're very handsome, ever since the day I first met you."
They didn't say anything more as Mr. Pteranodon continued painting Mrs. Pteranodon. He put some green there and some green here and some blue for his wife's eyes and…
"Done!" Mr. Pteranodon announced. He turned the canvas around and showed the painting to his wife. She squawked affectionately. "Oh, hun. It's perfect and beautiful too."
Mr. Pteranodon smiled as he handed the painting to a tent owner, who took it off to a place to dry, and walked over to his wife until he stopped and crouched right in front of her. He still smiled at her while she was still in her pose. "Yes, but not near as beautiful as the real thing." Then he closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and planted a big kiss on his wife's cheek, causing Mrs. Pteranodon to close her eyes and giggle a lot. She liked it when he kissed her like that. He helped her up to her feet and they walked over to the tent nearby to wait for Mr. Pteranodon's painting to dry. When it was all done drying, they took it home with them to Pteranodon Terrace.
There they hung all two of their pieces of art on the rocky wall behind the kids' playing area. The painting of Mrs. Pteranodon and the colored drawing of Mr. Pteranodon. Both husband and wife stood together admiring the drawing and painting.
"Wonder what the kids will think of these?" Mr. Pteranodon asked while he had his wing affectionately around his wife's shoulders.
"Oh, they'll like them and say that they're great pieces of art. Speaking of, the Dinosaur Train will be bringing them home in several minutes from Grandma and Grandpa's. We should go to the station and wait there to pick them up."
"You're right, hun. To the Dinosaur Train!" Mr. Pteranodon said encouragingly like he always did. Mrs. Pteranodon giggled and they both flew off to the station to wait for their kids.
THE END