I really love you / Tatsuya Miyanishi ; translated by Mariko Shii Gharbi.
Material type:
TextLanguage: English Original language: Japanese Series: Miyanishi, Tatsuya, Tyrannosaurus series ; 6.Publisher: New York : Museyon, [2019]Copyright date: ©2007Description: 1 volume (unpaged) : color illustrations ; 27 cmContent type: - text
- still image
- unmediated
- volume
- 9781940842264
- 1940842263
- Watashi wa anata wo aishiteimasu. English
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Northport Library | Children's Picturebook | Miyanish Tatsuya | Available | 33111008980647 |
Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:
A very long time ago, dinosaurs lived all over the world. They were various colors, shapes, and sizes, and spoke different languages. One snowy winter, with his skillful use of words, Tapejara almost tricks a Tyrannosaurus to its death. A weak Tyrannosaurus meets three friendly Homalocephale and they save his life, even though they do not understand each other's languages. They become good friends and start communicating with their hearts. One day, while picking up red berries for the Tyrannosaurus, Homalocephale meets Albertosaurus, who is hungry and speaks the same language as the Tyrannosaurus. I Really Love You shows that heartfelt communication is about more than just words.
Originally published in Japan in 2007 by POPULAR Publishing Co. Ltd.
A starving Tyrannosaurus meets three little Homalocephales, who feed him and take care of him. Even though they don't speak the same language, they become close friends. The three little dinosaurs learn a few words of their new friend's language-- and that leads to a disastrous misunderstanding with a hungry Albertosaurus! The Tyrannosaurus realizes that sometimes words are helpful and sometimes they aren't, and the heart has a wordless language of its own...