The Whatifasaurus

Once upon a time, there was a dinosaur, a special kind called a whatifasaurus, who liked to ask questions beginning with "What if?"

For example, if it were raining outside, the dinosaur might ask, "What if it were sunny instead?"

Or if it were sunny outside, the dinosaur might ask, "What if it were cloudy instead?"

The whatifasaurus had four plodding big legs. It was an all right way to get around, as far as getting around slowly goes.

But this whatifasaurus wanted to go fast.

"What if I could run up the blue hills of Strover?" the dinosaur would ask.

"And what if I could zoom through the mlooshberry skies of Crevon?" the dinosaur would wonder.

"What if instead of these cumbersome feet and legs I had a sixsome of clever quick feet?"

As if by magic, which in fact unbeknownst to the whatifasaurus it was, out grew six clever quick fast feet.

Thenceforth, the whatifasaurus zipped and zoodled about on six quick fast feet as clever as they could go.

Yet still, by the very nature of the beast, a whatifasaurus is prodded or urged to seek further answers.

"What if I could fly over to that bright moon yonder?" wondered the dinosaur.

"What if I could taste the dreamcheese flan in the spoon?" the dinosaur dared to ask.

"What if I had a fancy shiny set of wings?" the whatifasaurus what-iffed.

And by that very same magic, out grew a fancy pair of fast shiny wings.

Climbing up high, high into the sky, the whatifasaurus soared merrily into delights.

Scromping on some scrunchiliciously flurrillous storgrolmpers, the nearby air hovered happily.

"Oh my, this is a magnifluously fun flight," declared the whatifasaurus.

Still yearning to churn more, the dinosaur ventured to question the situation further.

"Suppose then that I had some lovely pair of splank treads?" the dinosaur would ask.

Or, "How about if I had a swellicopter glade?"

Or else, "Why not contemplate a blueclear whamjet?"

And the magic worked its charms.

Well, dear reader, as you may imagine, after several dozen such silly nonsensical questions, the whatifasaurus wound up in oh-what-a-what-if!

With a blueclear whamjet, and a swellicopter glade, and a set of splank treads, and two zoodling swoopling wings, and six clever quick fast feet, and four big plodding legs...

The whatifasaurus could no longer move at all!

"Oh, what if I had asked different questions instead?" wondered the whatifasaurus.

Well...

What if?