The prehistoric valley glowed in morning light. Giant ferns stood like green towers, and wildflowers painted the hillsides in every color.
Rumble stepped out from behind a giant fern and opened his mouth wide to roar. Only a tiny squeak came out — it bounced off the valley walls like a rubber ball.
Rumble's ears drooped. He slunk back behind the fern as a pterodactyl wheeled overhead. Squeak doesn't seem very roar-like, he thought.
Rumble climbed onto a flat rock and stomped three times. He inhaled deep and let out his biggest roar — SQUEEEAK. A dragonfly drifted down and landed on his nose.
Rumble ducked his head and slid off the rock. He tiptoed through the tall grass, trying to make himself small and quiet.
A desperate chirping split the air. High above the bubbling creek, a baby bird clung to a shaking branch while its mother flapped below. A snake was slowly coiling up the trunk.
Rumble froze. He looked at the baby bird, then at the snake. Every time he tried, only a tiny sound came out.
He took a huge breath and let out the loudest, squeakiest roar he could manage. It rang through the valley so loudly that even the ferns shivered.
The snake dropped off the trunk in surprise. The mother bird caught her baby and wrapped her wings around it.
Rumble let out another squeak — proud and bright. The other dinosaurs peeked out from behind the rocks and ferns.
The old triceratops gave Rumble a slow, gentle nod. Rumble stood a little taller.
Rumble's squeak sounded different now — brighter, warmer. The creek bubbled, the sun warmed the valley, and the ferns stood tall around him.
