Enormous fern leaves pressed layer upon layer. A mountain stream bubbled and rushed over the rocks.
A rustle in the leaves—a little dinosaur peeked out. Little Potato trembled all over, then tumbled and rolled into a crack between the rocks.
The stream roared and surged, flooding past the banks. The little dinosaur sank into the muddy bog, stamping its feet in a panic. Mud splattered all over its body.
Little Potato poked his head out and spotted a cluster of wild berries hanging deep in the cave. "I'd better go have a look," he thought. Crawling through the wet mud, he squeezed inside.
With red berries in his mouth, Little Potato crawled back to the cave opening, step by step. Muddy water trickled down his little body.
He nudged the berries right up to the dinosaur's mouth. The little dinosaur took a bite, squinted its eyes, and a happy rumble growled deep in its throat.
The setting sun painted the whole forest gold. Fallen leaves lay thick across the ground, everything quiet and still.
Little Potato and the dinosaur held hands and slowly wandered off, stepping over the fallen leaves. Their shadows stretched long, trailing through the golden light.
