Layers of dark clouds began to press down from the sky, and lightning tore through the clouds and fell into the distance. The big trees supported the dark clouds in the sky, and the bushes under the trees were overgrown. A creature the size of a hound poked out from among the countless true ferns, its forelimbs were short, its hindlimbs were thick, it stood up like a kangaroo, its head like a crocodile, two rows of sharp teeth closely separated, its long tail swaying gently, and its whole body was like a thick layer of armor. The bushes shook again, and a group of the same creatures came out of it, and when they came out first, they tilted their heads and listened carefully.

The first one to come out was Chalk, who is now the captain of this team. Time went back to more than ten days ago, counting the days according to the rising and setting of the sun, when he woke up from his deep sleep, he used his best strength to break through the barrier that wrapped his body, turned around, and slowly opened his eyes, and the hazy vision was scattered there like enlarged eggshells. Then, closing his eyes, opening them again, clearing them again, closing them again, opening them again, and it was still those big eggshells, well! Eggshells first! He came out of them? It should be! When he had just used all his strength, he heard some breaking sound, and he wanted to scratch his head habitually. Well, why can't you touch your head? Such a short time? Thinking finally changed from what you see to what you touch, short arms, three toes, slender as enlarged chicken claws,,, thinking begins to diverge, and chalk finds that some of his abilities are still there when he was in a state of supernatural shadows. The light spots scattered by the dense grass began to change irregularly, to be precise, the shadows were changing, and the sunlight was still the sunlight. The chalk quickly used the shadow as a feeling, roughly figured out his appearance, dinosaurs? The dinosaurs in the documentary are exactly the same as their current self, their thinking is a little confused, surprised, and the crocodile gently touches the crocodile. Painful, aggrieved, aggrieved, and ,,, chalk wanted to scream twice, but after opening his mouth several times, he didn't make any sound except for a slight hoarseness. He fell down and slapped his tail on the ground for a long time, like a rabies dog.

As the sun set and the sun rose, the chalk trembled and rolled up, his legs numb, and his right paw was numb. Why do you get up? The stomach barks better than an alarm clock. That was yesterday, and starvation should not be there, after all, who is hungry knows who knows.

Chalk looked at the shells, his eyes were a little bright, his little thick legs walked a few steps quickly, his little paws were forked, and he chewed so fast that it was a little difficult to swallow. He turned his head and chewed again. I still can't swallow it. Who says dragons eat their shells? Aren't dinosaurs dragons?

Chalk walked forward again, and he made a new discovery, some big eggs, several!, etc., "So far? Smaller, I am with them?" Thinking this, Chalk trotted over to the eggs and compared, and spat out the shell in his mouth. Lowering his head, he seriously compared the color of the shell, "Fragment white spots? This eggshell is a little dark, without my white ,,," "Gollum, Gollum." The rattle of the stomach pulled back the chalk that had taken a serious look at the shell. He walked forward again on his little thick legs, and just now he thought about whether or not to eat these eggs, which were the last food he could get with little to pay, and which would be good for a few days. The thought flashed through him several times as he compared the eggshells, bestiality, or would man have eaten anything edible but his own kind? Instinct? The chalk swayed away with some uncertainty, their parents had hidden them well enough and safe enough except that there was no food. But more than a day has passed since he was born, and they have not returned. Is this normal? Chalk, who was a dinosaur for the first time, couldn't tell, and now he had to go out and look for food.

Soon the chalk came to the edge of the nest, which it said was a nest, but it was really just a large pit of dirt, except for some hay next to the eggs to prevent them from rolling. The trunks of large trees cover the dirt pits, and the trunks are densely covered with bushes, and several large boulders are piled up next to the trunks to form a hidden corner.

The chalk began to climb out of the pit with difficulty, the pit and the stones were all obstacles, he climbed a little weakly, and his body was weak, and he began to float in his mind. The thought of going back to eating eggs rose again, just as the thought was about to fill the whole world of thought. He suddenly felt that the shadow of the tree was much heavier, no! not the shadow of the tree? The eyes that grew on the crocodile allowed him to see the behemoth without looking up, with a huge head, two rows of teeth the size of his small thick legs, distributed on the upper and lower crocodiles, of different sizes. He remembers documentaries he had seen that described it as having an accurate division of labor when dealing with prey. Then there are the huge claws, the tip of which resembles a steel fisher, pitch black and sharp. Imagine that its thick hind limbs were supporting it as it walked forward like a patrol, and its huge hind tail flapped the trunk from time to time, after all, there was one or two loud noises in the non-stop sound. The sound faded away. The chalk withdrew his gaze from the gaps and continued to crawl out, the shadow he could control and could be tactile in one direction. Then, like a radar, the circle was drawn, twenty meters away, the limit of what the shadow could now reach. This is an effective way to avoid some dangers and to determine the general direction of the food more quickly.

There is plenty of oxygen, so the trees are overgrown and the bushes are dense. The chalk, which had managed to climb out of the safe house, began to look around, contrasting with the touch of shadows, and people were always more trusting of their own vision than of anything else. There were some insects crawling in the bushes, white, fleshy, knotty, and ring-on-ring. Some of the flowers are bright and eye-catching, and a few fruits are half-hidden in the distance. The ground was damp, and the stagnant water met the dry land, and a few ferns were buried in a pothole, slowly struggling with the mud. There are several potholes and extend irregularly in one direction, it should have been left by the big guy just now, and this thing walked and stepped on the pit.

His sights were food, fruits, flowers, and some nut-like things in the shell on the dry ground, which he couldn't see clearly from a distance, which could also be food, and even the idea of eating the insects had just now.

The chalk went straight to the fruit, which was much better than anything else, and he was so hungry that he did not find that there were no insects beside the tree, and that the leaves were much more luxuriant, and that there were no other plants under the little tree, and that the wetland was a little far away, and that the little tree was much more lonely, and that the shadow of the big tree obscured all the sunlight, and that it was like a predator in the shadows. Soon the chalk came to the side of the tree, and eagerly took a fruit with his two little paws, stuffed it through the side of his mouth, and swallowed one in one gulp.

Just as the chalk was about to eat the second one, a mutation protruded, and countless tree roots protruded from the earth, some winding around the chalk, and some like hooks, or thorns, or hooks. All but two of the other fruits of the tree were real and kept away from the chalk under the control of the branches, and the other fruits shot at its prey like a snake's head, and the fruit opened to reveal the two rows of barbs inside.

The chalk did not stand still, when he just approached the small tree, he had a strange feeling, he had been wandering on the earth for more than twenty years, although it was a supernatural shadow state, but the defensive heart had not all disappeared, and the shadow touch instantly contracted, turning into a spherical shadow with him as the center.

The fruits, the roots, and the leaves that were beginning to rot unnaturally were all stuck in muddy water, and their speed was greatly slowed down. Standing in the shadows, he felt the roots of the trees digging more vigorously into the shadows beneath the earth, and he made a mistake up and down, jumped up, and stomped to the ground with his strength. As he ascended, countless branches began to accelerate inward, and the force of the stamping was transmitted into the ground through the shadows, and the roots of the trees quickly spread in all directions.

The chalk used this moment of time to rush out, but after all, he was newly born and was not familiar with the body of a dinosaur, so the manipulation of the shadows did not have much effect. The fruit he had just eaten made his blood start to heat a little, and he found that his hunger had disappeared a lot, but this discovery was useless for the current situation, and the dragon life was almost over. There is such a thing in the world of dinosaurs, and the documentary can only be watched, and the time span is too long for humans to imagine! His mind is scattered again.

The encirclement contracted faster, and more roots broke through the dirt and pierced into the shadow ball.

"Yesterday shouldn't have been sad, dinosaurs are half dragons, right?"

"On what species will you be resurrected if you die again?"

"I didn't even look at it a few times, and the sense of crossing is very poor, well!

"This world is weird, huh?"

The twigs were already close to his tail, and the barbed fruit was about to bite his head.

"Am I struggling a little longer, it's a bit humiliating to die like this. ”

The chalk stretched out its little paws and slashed at the fruit, turning its head away in the other direction. The little paw didn't cut the fruit, just let it go back a little. The chalk began to turn around, he wanted to try the branches and roots, the survival instinct began to suppress other thoughts, he was even more confused, and now it was a dinosaur.

There are no birds in this world, so a few insect chirpings from time to time seem particularly lonely. The sound of shattering under the stone slab that the chalk had just climbed began to sound, and another small dinosaur broke out of its shell.

In that small clearing, the tree balls grew bigger and bigger, swaying a few times from time to time, like a proud child.

At this time, wisps of breeze drifted here from afar,,,