A/N: I'm having a hard time writing this story, oddly. I know what I want to right, I just can't really write it out. I think I may need a co-writer for this one because I'm having difficulty so if you want to co-write this story with me, please let me know. Anyway...

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With a small yell, Abigail landed roughly on a hard rock, face flat. She groaned, feeling a pain burning in her stomach as the rough point of the rock hit her stomach. She fell, she knew that, but where did she fell? It was humid, far from the temperatures of it being chilly and snowy. And there were a lot of plantd and big leaves around her. Abigail slowly rolled from the rock, groaning as she fell on her back beside the rock. She heard chirps and sqauks, birds flying above her. But they were odd birds...

Wait...those weren't birds. They were dinosaurs! Trilaterals. Abigail raised an eyebrow and got up, brushing the dirt from her fur. Being a weasel, Abigail was granted access to twist and turn like a thin stick and she was a fast runner. But she didn't had anything to defend her from the dinosaurs. Abigail sighed and started to move; might as well try to find someone who might could help her.

It seemed hours, weeks even for Abigail. A couple of times she had tripped over a root and fallen, sometimes she even fallen into pits of mud. She managed to jump in a pound and wash it away, but she had tripped a couple of more times. A bit dirty, Abigail was starving. She wasn't very skillful for climbing trees and she was tired, very tired. She knew how to survive the wilderness, or anything dangerous; she was taught that. She wasn't taught how to climb a tree though.

Abigail went through many bushes, past many big leaves. She caught some dinosaurs that looked dangerous and hid, then she went out when she saw that they were gone. By night fall, Abigail managed to climb a tree, though it nearly took her two and a half hours, and she settled herself on a branch, her back leaned against the bark of the tree. She sighed, exhausted and put her arms behind her head and closed her eyes, pondering her thoughts.

Her parents had died when she was just a mere baby and she was put in the care of her Aunt and Uncle. They treated her as their daughter more than a niece and they taught her many things. How to survive in the wild or anything dangerous, among with many stuff as well. They didn't teach her how to climb a tree, for they thought it was too dangerous. They simply lived on a bush, and Abigail was often made fun of that. She knew that they were no different and might of had some sort of crazy lifestyle to be made fun of. But Abigail always looked up to her Aunt and Uncle for taking care of her.

Abigail stretched, yawning. She settled against the bark and was asleep moments later.

The next morning, Abigail had a hard time getting down from the tree. She did one step at a time on the branches, but her feet slipped and she fell on each branch, then landed roughly on a ground with a grunt. Abigail got up and rubbed her back and simply went on. She managed to grab something to eat and munched on it as she tried to find someone to help her. But she couldn't. Most of them were dinosaurs, so they didn't speak her language.

Abigail sighed, leaning against a tree. How was she to find someone to help her? Abigail rubbed her head. But then, she heard a growl. She whirled around, finding herself staring at legs. She looked up, looking at a dinosaur that looked to be T-rex, but a bit more different. She gulped and did the only thing she could do.

Run.

A/N: So, what did you think of it? Please review!