There are four seasons very well known: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The world may have grown older, but the seasons remained as they once were from before. If there is no critical change, nature repeated itself over and over. In the past, long, long ago, the four seasons cycled with each other when the great reptiles roamed the Earth. The dinosaur had to face these seasons like you and I and just tried to survive.
Winter had taken its turn in this cycle for the dinosaurs. Some dinosaurs adapt to the change, while others have the will not to survive. For a particular group of dinosaurs, survival was vital. They needed to ensure the future for their younglings, and they would do so in any means possible, even if it meant leaving home for a while.
The home they left for the winter season was none other than the Great Valley. During the other seasons, the trees spore healthy, green leaves and rivers of flowing water. It protected these leaf-eating dinosaurs from most of the things in the vast world; a world filled of danger around every corner. However, the winter, known to the dinosaurs as the cold time, changed the valley in a desolate place. With no food, the dinosaurs left to find a winter home. Luckily, they had found such a place last winter. Hot springs were not so far from the Great Valley and provided enough green food to survive. The herd of dinosaurs was walking there right now.
This herd of dinosaurs distinguished itself from other herds. Most herds have one species: the longnecks; the spiketail; the threehorns; the swimmers; the flyers. One type made up one herd of the same species of these dinosaurs. However, segregation was not a concern to members of this group. Different types of flat-toothed dinosaurs made up the Great Valley Herd. There was no real rule on who was in charge of the herd and opinions varied constantly, but the elders Grandma Longneck and Grandpa Longneck were two longnecks most of the other dinosaurs respected and followed, if they weren't angry. Right now, the other dinosaurs followed them.
With the old, bluish-gray pair was a young longneck. The longneck was a small male that was reddish-brown, taking after his father. He had reddish gray eyes and a very open mind. He was accepting, forgiving, and knowledgeable. He wasn't perfect though. Anyone who disrespected his family; he would stand and fight for them. Of course, he challenged only those he knew he had a fighting chance to win. Luckily, this rarely happened. He remained calm and thoughtful in situations. His personality reflected his mother's personality. Littlefoot tried to keep you with his grandparents, hopping along the snowy ground.
"Grandpa?" he called, still keeping up with the pace. "How long do you think this cold time will last?"
Grandpa Longneck looked down as he continued to walk.
"I don't know Littlefoot."
"Mph, I just hope it goes away soon. I don't like to leave the Great Valley for a long time."
Grandpa Longneck chuckled.
"I don't either, Littlefoot, but we must eat and drink and be warm."
"Yeah," he sighed. "It's just that I miss it sometimes when we're gone for a while."
"Well, don't worry. We'll return to the Great Valley when the white ground sparkles go away."
"Dear?" came the voice of Grandma Longneck. "Up ahead."
Grandpa Longneck stopped and looked ahead. It appeared that the sky was growing darker during midday. Grandma Longneck looked at her mate.
"What do you think?"
"Well, we only know about the warm waterholes through this path. I think we can survive this one."
He turned his head back to the herd.
"Listen up everyone. There's a storm up ahead. Try to stick together."
Chatter rose, but it was brief. It was like everyone was making sure the young ones were closer to an adult.
"Littlefoot, you want me to carry you?" asked Grandma Longneck.
Littlefoot shook his head.
"I'm okay Grandma. I'll be close to you."
Littlefoot did so and walked along closer to his grandmother. The herd moved on ahead, venturing in the unknown storm. As they scaled up the mountain side, the storm showed its true power. The wind picked up as snow fell down to the ground. The herd's pace was heavily slowed down. The storm almost blinded them from the path ahead. Snow fell fiercely and blinded Littlefoot's eyes. He continued to walk as he shook the snow off his face. Then, all of a sudden, he felt the ground had moved and started to fall. He slid down the slippery, yet bumpy, cliff, falling off short ledges time to time. He tumbled down the slope as snow briefly stuck on him. He finally hit the bottom after going off one huge ledge and landed on a pile of fluffy snow. For a brief moment, nature did not move. Nothing stirred. It seemed Littlefoot had died, until he lifted his head from the hole he made in the pile of the snow. He crawled out of the pile, destroying it. He shook the snow off his head and back. He then looked around.
The scene of nature was breathtaking. It was like seeing a winter wonderland. Though the skies displayed different shades of gray, the snow was as white as sunny cloud. Tall trees were scattered across the ground, baring no leaves. Mountains were in the distance, and one was close by. Littlefoot looked up at the path from where he fell. It was dark on top, and he could not see the herd. He sighed and looked for another possible path.
Another way, thought Littlefoot. I need another way up.
He figured he wasn't going to get much done standing around, looking from side to side. Littlefoot chose a path to walk and began to take it. Unlike minutes ago, his eyes could see the land in front of him. He walked along the white ground alone, passing the few scattered trees. He walked, wondering if his grandparents knew that he was still alive.
After a bit, he stopped. Ahead was a cave. Littlefoot was left with two options: to rest or to continue. He was tired though, so he chose the first choice. He entered the cave. He didn't venture far inside. The cave was just a typical cave, all dark and spooky. There was no need to rest deep inside it since he was going to press on after a quick rest
Littlefoot walked up next to a huge rock formation and a couple of stalagmites. He curled himself into a ball and closed his eyes. He soon drifted to sleep. Tomorrow would be better.
Tears ran down Grandma Longneck's cheeks as she lied down next to the hot springs. It had been only a few minutes that they had arrived to the springs, and only a couple of hours after they realized Littlefoot was gone. Grandpa Longneck sat beside her, rubbing the top of her head with his cheek.
"Dear, Littlefoot-" started Grandma Longneck.
Grandpa Longneck breathed out heavily.
"I know, Dear," he said as a tear trailed down from his eye. "I know."
The sunlight reflected off the white ground the next day. From the cave, one could see the sunrise as it could annoy anyone sleeping. Littlefoot was no exception. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned. After stretching his feet out, he stood up and looked around. He quickly flinched at what he saw. A sleeping face was staring back at him. He jumped slightly back and screamed.
The head of the beast awake. Its navy bluish eyes looked back at the longneck kid. It raised its head.
"Woah there, Sonny. No need to scream."
The old dinosaur got up. He looked down at Littlefoot, lowering its head a tad towards Littlefoot's level. The white-blue scales shined with the little light reflecting off this elder. Littlefoot noticed a front, right-side tooth being outside of the bottom lip when he closed his mouth. Littlefoot relaxed.
"Oh. You're a longneck, like me."
"Indeed, I am. The name's Nestor."
"Hi, Nestor. Um, I'm Littlefoot."
"Oh, hi. You don't say. You're Benny's grandkid."