Before they knew it, the dinosaurs paused, and everyone climbed off their backs. In front of them was a cave opening that was taller than T. R. and wider than all of them if they held hands in one straight line. Harold stepped forward to enter the cave.
“Wait a minute!” T. R. roared. “You better let me go in first. Remember about the spiders.”
Harold nodded and looked around for a weapon of some kind. Olivia had picked up a branch that was as tall of her from those that were laying all over the ground. Harold, Grandpa and George did the same thing.
“Ready,” T. R. asked them. They all nodded to him and he started into the darkness with Steve being the last one inside the cave.
Harold thought it would be dark inside but once they had all stepped inside, a string of light bulbs slowly switched on causing a light orange glow to guide their path.
“Light bulbs!” Harold said in surprise. “How is that possible?”
“What?” Do you think we are uncivilized here, Harold?” Steve said to him. “It is possible because this place is magical. Remember?”
“Yeah, don’t you remember,” George added.
“Shhh!” T. R. cautioned. “We must be quiet. I see spider webs in the corner up ahead,”
Slowly, they crept on tiptoes as T. R. led them around a corner. When Steve walked around the turn, something whispered behind them. They turned to see a giant spider fall from a thread from the ceiling and scramble toward them. Steve turned toward it and started to swing his tail back and forth.
“Easy, easy, Steve,” the spider stopped in its tracks. “I was just wanting to see who was with you guys.”
“Just some friends,” T. R. stepped forward. “Nothing for you to be concerned about Martin.”
“I just heard it was some humans. I heard Harold was with them. I wanted to meet him because I have heard so much about him.”
“You have?” Harold said as he stepped forward,
“So you are Harold,” Martin said as he took a few steps toward him. “T. R.’s Harold?”
“I guess so,” Harold replied.
“Step a little closer. This light is so dim, I would like to see you better,” the giant spider said to him.
Harold took a step closer when the spider shot a stream of webbing at him. But Harold was on his guard and side-stepped it just as Steve crashed the end of his tail in front of Martin. T. R. roared a frightful roar.
“I think you better leave us alone, “Harold said. “Or I will let my friends take care of you.”
Martin hissed, turned, and headed down the tunnel.
“Wow, Harold,” Grandpa ran up beside him. “That was very brave.”
“Well, T. R. said we should be careful of the spiders,” Harold said as he clapped his hands together causing an echo throughout the cave. “Shall we find Ricky so we can go home?”
The group turned back around and followed the tyrannosaurus rex deeper inside the cave. It seemed like they walked forever when the dinosaur suddenly stopped.
“Do you hear that?” T. R. asked the team.
“It sounds like someone crying,” George said.
“I think you are right,” Harold said as he stepped around the larger dinosaur.
In a dimly lit corner sat a velociraptor but it wasn’t what he had imagined. This dinosaur had a rounded snout with large blue eyes, a large tail and it was covered in feathers! They looked like peacock feathers!
“What are you looking at, Harold!” the dinosaur, err, bird said to him. Harold did notice that it had a mouthful of sharp teeth.
“Hello, Ricky,” Steve said when he entered the room. “Why are you crying?”
“Where’s the key?” Harold asked him as Olivia and George stepped beside him and Grandpa stood behind him.
“George, is that you?” Ricky said and rose to his feet. He put his face into George’s face.
“Y-yes,” George said.
“Oh boy! Can I shake your hand?” the raptor reached out his clawed hand and George shook it.
“Where is the key!” Harold yelled at the raptor.
The raptor turned and looked at him with his large blue eyes. Harold took a step back, running into Grandpa.
“That,” Ricky started to say. “Is why I am crying. The Army man stole it from me!”
To be continued…
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