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But her babies began to squeal. Hot ash was falling like

rain.

“It’s burning us, Mum!” they cried.

“Quick!” said Sizo. “Come and shelter under me.”

The baby iguanodons crept beneath Sizo. His huge bulk

kept the hot ash off them while they walked.

“You’ll stand on them!” protested George.

“No, I won’t,” said Sizo. He had had so much practice at

tiptoeing that he never once trod on a baby’s tail.

The dinosaurs climbed to the top of a hill and left the

smoke and ash behind.

At last they stopped. Brenda’s babies peered out from under

Sizo.