The City of Hankaponk

My 3 year-old son has built a city, which he's named "Hankaponk" (pardon my poor spelling).

In this city, fires may start at any moment, T-Rex incursions are an everyday occurrence, and monster trucks occasionally hunt puppies, but thanfully the lizard patrol is always ready for rescue.

When the day ends, the city vanishes into the toy bag. T-Rex, puppies, monster trucks, they're all good friends, really. Their job is the finest in the world: develop a child's imagination, one of the qualities that define us as humans. Another day well-earned, another tiny story woven in the fabric of the universe.