"Ah poor Tyrannosaurus Rexxie. Poor thing! Here- this will make that wrist feel all better now." And the mighty Sarah Topps showed her healing powers, planting spring blooms all through the hair of the injured Tyannosaur. "Go to sleep Rexxie." And sleep, the beast did. And dry, his tears became. And the fireflies lit up as though from his dreams. And with a touch of an old soul, Dr. Sarah Topps sighed, "Rest is all you need..."