The War Room Page #4

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The birds are going South. Those

green things are going South.

When do we get to go South?

It'll be time to go when

your father says it's time.

It's time.

Move 'em out, Patchi.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Move 'em out, Patchi.

Right, here we go.

My first migration.

Eat my dust, Patchi.

It's not a race.

Come on, guys, don't be shy.

We're all going

to the same place.

Hey, Alex,

don't most birds fly South?

It's called symbiosis, buddy. I get

transportation and you get pest control.

Gotcha!

Seriously,

you're a buffet on four legs.

And the herd lumbered South

across the Alaskan hinterland...

Whoa,

what do you mean, lumbered?

Well, you weren't

exactly gallivanting.

Yeah, we're Pachyrhinosaurs.

We don't gallivant.

No, you do not,

but I have to warn you,

every good story

has a scary part

and that's coming up,

so get ready.

Oh, I'm ready.

I lived through it.

It was late afternoon and the

clouds were gathering in the east.

Okay, okay, let me tell it.

I have the flair.

The clouds gathered in the east.

Soon, a portent of

approaching danger

floated in upon

the changing winds...

...a harbinger in the form

of a glorious winged creature.

Danger, danger, everyone!

Warning, warning!

Did you hear that, Dad?

Danger.

Of course he heard.

What'd I say, huh?

My father ordered

the herd into the forest

to find shelter from the storm.

The weather worsened,

and my friend Patchi's young life...

...was about to

change in a flash.

I'm scared.

I'm not scared. You're the

only one who's scared.

Well, you and maybe that guy.

Wusses.

The dry summer months had

turned the forest into a tinderbox...

...ready to

explode into flames.

I know you humans like to

think you discovered fire...

...but trust me,

it's been around

since the time of the dinosaurs.

Patchi's father smelled trouble.

Quickly, he called to the others.

This was no time

to dilly-dally.

Dad, what's going on?

- What is it, Alex'?

- It's fire!

What's fire?

Does it eat meat?!

It eats everything. Run!

Go on!

Move your meaty little legs!

Bulldust and his family

hurried toward open ground.

But there was just one problem:

Predators.

For one dinosaur's misfortune

is another dinosaur's feast.

Hi there! Friend or foe?

Foe, foe, definitely foe!

Wait up, guys!

Scowler, I don't like migration!

I wanna go home!

Patchi, try and be brave like Dad.

What do we do now?

What do we do?!

Don't worry,

Dad would never abandon me.

You mean us, right?

Right, us.

Help, Dad!

Dad, over here!

That was a good idea, Dad.

I was gonna do the same thing,

bust through that tree.

Hey, where's Mom?

Separated from the others...

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