In Rosemburgo, everything is pink: the buildings, the streets, the pears, even the inhabitants, who are all tyrannosaurs, but pink from head to toe. Rosalba, too, is a pink tyrannosaur. Pink like the castle she lives in, like her immense garden planted with pink roses, like the streets, trees, and rivers of Rosemburgo, the town she rules. The sovereign's passion for pink is such that all the newborns in her world, from their greenish hues, are dyed pink at birth using a clamp fitted by the sovereign herself. A little scream, and within minutes, everything is uniformly pink again, without distinction. Immersing yourself in Rosalba's universe also means coming to terms with a lexicon designed to dye even the thoughts of her subjects pink. This is how the gendarmes become “rosarmi”, that the “rosa rosemburgensis” colors everything found in the territory of Rosemburgo and that only names like Rosaria, Rosetta and Rosamunda circulate in the city and that Dr. Rosario Rosiello uses his skills as an optician to design special lenses capable of canceling out any chromatic difference.
Everything decided, everything established, everything the same, everything seemingly unchangeable...or is it? One day, or rather one evening, something irreparable happens: without realizing it, Rosalba bites the wrong butt of a newborn baby saurian, and instead of turning a pink identical to all the others, her color takes on a slightly different hue, something no one notices at first. No one except her parents, of course, who are careful not to say anything. Thus, the little saurian, aptly named Violetta, grows up different from everything around her, struggling to camouflage herself and keep her secret from anyone.
This is the opening of The Pink Tyrannosaurus Rex (Caissa Italia, 2026, pp. 58), written by Alessandro Niero, illustrated by Emanuele Benetti, and crafted with a highly readable text to meet the needs of everyone. A humorous and imaginative tale, " The Pink Tyrannosaurus Rex" aims to be a reflection, not banal but accessible to even the youngest children, on what it means to live in a totalitarian dimension, dominated by a single thought .
