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🎨 __N1__, a delighted girl, standing in a front garden looking up at an enormous friendly long-necked green dinosaur wearing a tiny bowler hat, who is peering over the fence from the house next door; a removal van with its doors open, sunny suburban street. Open sky at top.

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On Saturday at half past three A van pulled up outside for tea. It wobbled left, it wobbled right, It parked — and what a curious sight: The doors swung wide, the whole street shook... And __N1__ ran outside to look.

🎨 A comically oversized removal van parked on a sunny suburban street, wobbling, with furniture straining inside; __N1__ running out of the front door excitedly; neighbours peeking from windows.

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Out stepped a foot. And then a tail. A neck as long as garden rails. A dinosaur! In hat and scarf! (The postman dropped his post and laughed.) "Good afternoon," the big beast said. "I'm Bernard. I like books and bread."

🎨 A huge gentle green dinosaur stepping out of the van wearing a bowler hat and a stripy scarf, holding a suitcase; a startled postman with letters flying; __N1__ watching with a huge grin.

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Poor Bernard, though, was BIG. Too big. His doorway pinched him like a twig. His bathtub fit one toe. (Just one.) His breakfast table? Squashed and done. He sighed a sigh that bent a tree: "This town's too small for beasts like me."

🎨 Comedy montage: Bernard the dinosaur stuck halfway through a front door, one giant toe in a tiny bathtub, a flattened breakfast table under his chin; his sad sigh bending a garden tree sideways.

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But __N1__ marched right up and said: "Don't pack your trunk! Try THIS instead — The things that don't fit through your door, We'll simply do them OUT-of-doors! The garden's big. The park is too. And I know just what we should do."

🎨 __N1__ standing bravely on a garden wall to be eye-level-ish with the huge dinosaur, pointing confidently toward the park; Bernard listening, one eyebrow raised hopefully, bowler hat tilted.

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They breakfasted beneath the sky — A table made of crates stacked high. They read big books on Bernard's back, (The best of reading nooks, in fact), And when it rained, quick as you please, He was umbrella for the street!

🎨 Cheerful outdoor scenes: __N1__ and Bernard sharing breakfast at a tall crate-table in the garden; __N1__ lying on the dinosaur's broad back reading a picture book; Bernard arching his long neck over laughing neighbours as a living umbrella in light rain.

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The neighbours warmed up, one by one: He fetched their kites out of the sun, He found lost cats on chimney tops, He helped the baker reach the shops — But deep inside him, just one fear: "What if I don't belong round here?"

🎨 Bernard gently lifting a stuck kite from a rooftop with his mouth and returning a fluffy cat from a chimney to a grateful old lady; __N1__ riding on his shoulder; but Bernard's eyes carry a small worried look.

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Then came the day of the Summer Fair — Balloons and bunting everywhere! But oh! Calamity! Disaster! The bouncy castle... floated past her! The wind had snapped its ropes in two, With three small kids still bouncing through!

🎨 A summer fair in the park with balloons and bunting (no text on bunting); a bouncy castle lifting off in a gust of wind, ropes trailing, three small children bouncing inside it looking surprised; crowd pointing in alarm.

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"BERNARD!" cried __N1__. "Follow me!" They thundered off past stall and tree. __N1__ shouted, "Neck out — NOW!" And Bernard knew exactly how: He stretched up tall, past roof and spire, And caught those ropes like catching wire.

🎨 Dynamic action: __N1__ running ahead pointing at the drifting bouncy castle, Bernard galloping behind; Bernard stretching his immense neck high above the rooftops, catching the trailing ropes gently in his teeth.

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He set it down. The crowd went WILD. He took a bow (and squashed a stile). The mayor declared, "Three cheers! Hooray! For Bernard — Hero of the Day! And for young __N1__, quick and clever, The finest neighbour-team-up EVER!"

🎨 Bernard gently setting the bouncy castle down safely, the three kids tumbling out giggling; the crowd cheering; the mayor with a big ribbon medal; __N1__ lifted high on Bernard's head, arms up in triumph.

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Now Bernard's tail wags all day through. He's found a hundred things to do: He waters gardens (with a hose Held rather neatly in his nose), And every evening, rain or shine, He walks __N1__ home at dinner time.

🎨 Happy neighbourhood evening: Bernard watering flower gardens with a hose held in his nostrils, sprinkling rainbows; then walking beside __N1__ down the pavement at golden hour, __N1__'s hand on his lowered neck.

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And __N1__ said, "You see? It's true — There's no such thing as 'much too you'. Too tall, too small, too shy, too loud — The right friends make you fit. And proud." Big Bernard sniffed. A happy tear Watered the roses for a year.

🎨 A tender moment at sunset: __N1__ sitting on the garden fence face-to-face with Bernard's huge kind head; one giant happy tear falling from Bernard's eye onto a rose bush below, which blooms extravagantly.

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So if a van pulls up one day And something ENORMOUS moves your way, Don't hide behind the curtain seams — Go out and say hello, like __N1__. For big or little, scaled or not... A friend next door means quite a lot.

🎨 Cosy final scene at dusk: __N1__ and Bernard silhouetted against a warm sunset, sitting together on a hill above the street — Bernard lying down, __N1__ leaning against his side; the little bowler hat resting on __N1__'s head, far too big.