How Do Dinosaurs Stay Friends

The umpty dozenth book in the series was one suggested by the editor. My mind had gone on walkabout, so we brainstormed ideas. But once I knew a direction, the rhyme began to flow. And boy was I glad it did! I remembered all those school days when friends got mad and did bad things, said bad things, and then forgave one another. I recalled a girl who hurt my feelings in grade school, someone I slighted by accident in junior high. A boy who was incredibly mean and rude in high school. All grist for this particular mill. But done (I hope) with the kind of lighthearted rhyme to make the takeaway easier to swallow.