This story is taken from my upcoming book of surreal anecdotes and very short fairy tales for adults called "The Mundane Uses of Magical Objects"
All he wanted was the weekend. But as he lived in a Land Without Time -- the weekend would never come! And so he spent all his days working on the Dinosaur.
It was a task he had inherited from his father who also never had a weekend and never even mentioned such a thing until the son confronted him after reading about the shocking possibility in a dirty magazine. They had a long talk that day about the dark sides of living that change boys into men. The idea of a few days off from working on the Dinosaur was too tempting and too evil. It could ruin everything if you kept it in your head! Time was just a madness of the lazy!
And the Dinosaur was not likely to be reborn in another dozen lifetimes. It was the project for generations of strong-willed men, who had only the need for short memories so they would not lose focus as they went deep inside the Dinosaur's carcass to repair what was torn, to find what was undone within their Creator.
They didn't look anything like the Dinosaur themselves, but they knew it had made them in its image. It was just a small perverted image that was enough for them who are not worthy of containing an iota of the greatness that lay within the Vomiter of Light, the Devourer of Darkness.
But as was written on the walls of caves by those that had come before -- they were to revive the Dinosaur by awesome exertions of the mind and painstaking labor. It wasn't that the grand Creator could ever die of natural causes or slayed by anything greater than it -- this was just their test, their training before they could return to paradise by being eaten when the beast reincarnates. At least this is what the squiggly lines on the cave walls seemed to be saying.
And so he too worked to fulfill this dream of his people. But he also dreamed of the weekend - those strange several days when (it was rumored) you could just stay longer in bed and not have to do anything to bring your gods back to life by following ambiguous directions...
If you like this story, you can check out another one here.