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draped her leg over
her knee to inspect her foot. It wasn’t so bad. A few barbs were partially
stuck in the skin. One at a time she pinched them between her nails, pulled
them out and tossed them into the brush.
    She stood, brushing her bottom off, then grabbed hold of
Bronto’s upper arm, snuggling her cheek against his bicep as he headed toward
the sound of rushing water. When they breached the row of conifers and oaks
they stepped into a paradise of bright colors. Her breath caught. Bronto
whistled.
    “Wow,” she said in disbelief, eyeing the beauty. It was even
more beautiful than the yellow lake, which was hard to believe. “Wisty would
love this place. Where are we?”
    “I’ve never seen it before,” Bronto replied.
    A pink fish with a yellow, long, snakelike tail jumped from
a small pond where purple water flowed from the edge of a tall cliff. Another
fish emerged. Then another. They frolicked, jumping high out of the pond, and
bumped bellies. After they submerged into the pond they sprang from the water
and bumped tummies again.
    Ivy giggled. Beyond them were four columns of lily pads.
They stood on either side of the waterfall. Orange, spiked flowers sprouted
from the top of each column. Between a span of shallow forest and the cliffs, a
golden hue glowed from the entrance of a cave. “It’s so beautiful, Bronto.”
    Slowly they approached the pond. She sat down on the border
of blue, flat, sparkling rocks. The fish swam to the inside edge and lingered,
their nearly transparent fins swaying back and forth. If Wisteria were here
she’d reach into the water and pet them but Ivy wasn’t as bold. She’d rather
visually admire things than touch them and risk getting bitten. “I would love
to remain here and explore but we should go. Your people are in danger.”
    “Yes, you’re right.”
    “Can we come back sometime?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Just as they neared the forest wall, the sound of whining
animals breached her ears.
    She glanced toward the waterfall. Near the cave entrance
many baby animals, partially buried in the ground, struggled to break through
the dirt. Her eyes widened and she halted. “Br-Bronto?”
    She must have spoken too softly because he didn’t respond
and continued walking. “Bronto?” She raced beside him and tugged him to a stop.
“Look,” she said, pointing toward the babies.
    He whipped around. “What?”
    “By the cave.”
    He retraced their steps and squatted near the pond, where he
examined from a short distance many brownish-gray heads with dark, beady eyes.
“Unbelievable.”
    The babies made chirping sounds as their necks stretched to
and fro. “What are they?” she asked in disbelief.
    “They look like baby dinosaurs.”
    She gulped. “They do? Are they tyrannosaurs?” Her voice
squeaked. “Why are they growing from the soil?”
    “Some dinosaurs bury their eggs. It appears they’ve
hatched.”
    “You don’t know what kind they are?”
    “No, but I bet Tyran does. If I knew whether or not they’re
carnivorous I’d dig one up for him.”
    “You can’t!” she yelped. “What about its momma?”
    “I’m not going to, love. Not without knowing for sure what
it is.”
    “Do you think the momma is who disrupted the camp?” Gosh,
they’d fled the dinosaur and might have ended up in its home.
    “Possibly. If so, she’ll return.” He stood. “Let’s get out
of here before that happens.”
    She clamped on to his hand and followed him into the forest,
where he guided her along their original path.
    As they approached the cave lion she stopped. Bugs whizzed
circles around its face and ears and the blood beneath its neck had traveled to
a lower area of ground and formed a puddle. “Wouldn’t its fur make beautiful
garments?”
    “Most definitely.”
    “Wisty knows how to sew. She used to help my momma.”
    “Ivy, if you want the hide, it’s yours. I need help to drag
the lion to the camp, though.”
    “I do want it.” She couldn’t contain