In a small yellow house at the end of Spruce Street lived Zosia. She was six years old and loved to visit her grandfather Frank, who had a large attic full of treasures. One rainy afternoon, Zosia was climbing up the stairs to look for a teddy bear she had left behind a week ago. The attic smelled of dust and old wood. Zosia searched through the boxes and at one point noticed something new. In the corner stood a large old clock with coloured hands and strange signs instead of numbers. Zosia walked closer and touched the golden hand. Suddenly the clock buzzed, her head whirled and coloured lights flashed all around her. - Oh my! - squealed Zosia and closed her eyes. When she opened them, instead of the attic she saw huge green leaves, tall grass and some strange shadow moving across the ground. Zosia heard a loud thud, and after a moment she saw a huge dinosaur looking at her with its gentle eyes. Zosia crouched quietly among the leaves, trying not to move. Her heart was beating fast and the dinosaur began to slowly approach. Suddenly, a voice came from behind the bushes: - Hey! Who are you and how did you get here? Zosia looked ahead and saw a small boy wearing a strange fur hat. Who was that? Or had he travelled through time? Was the dinosaur friendly? Zosia didn't know what was going to happen next, but she was very curious....