Chapter one: The TWILIGHT ZONE…..Wait, I thought this was Ice Age?
There was a time, beyond that which is recorded by man. It was a time when the world seemed
as vast as space, and hardly as timeless as infinity (in other words it changed a lot). It was the middle ground between Dinosaurs being the main predator, and humans being the main predator, between scientific theories, and Biblical theories (on how we humans came to be). It was the pit of cold fears, and the summit of a herd's knowledge. This time was known as The Ice Age. And in this ice age, lived a herd of….animals, to say the least. It was a rather remarkable herd, for it is almost always in story tales in which we hear of lions and lambs dwelling together in peace, or, in this case, Mammoths and Saber-toothed tigers (not to mention a sloth and two possums, and for a brief while a weasel, but he'll come into the story later).It was on an ordinary day that they were separated. At least, normal until….they got separated. Then it wasn't so normal. The day started out as always: Diego wakes up; yawns, stretches; goes to hunt for food; Manny wakes up, wakes Ellie, who in turn wakes up their six (hey look I finally listened to Mr Knox and DIDN'T put the actual number 6!) year old daughter, Peaches; Peaches groans and gets ready for school; In the daily fuss she makes, Crash and Eddie wake up, who then proceed to do "horrible, unspeakable things to Sid as he innocently slumbers". Sid wakes up. Ellie scolds the twin possums (though Peaches finds their pranks highly laughable and so do i. See? HA HA HA!).
Peaches goes to school. Blah blah blah. But while Peaches was off gaining smarticles, and Diego was hunting, and the rest of the herd was….well, doing whatever they did throughout the day (what? it's not like I know their every move throughout the day), a careless human child, who had been instructed to douse the fire, had failed to see if any glowing embers remained. We all (or at least most of us…) know that fires can start easily, particularly in heavily wooded areas on very windy days, such as that day. The wind blew a crisp leaf into the fire-that-was-partially-put-out-but-not-entirely. A spark. The leaf was slowly ignited. The leaf was blown into a pile of foresty…stuff (like, you know…leafs, wood remain things, dead plants, living plants…a lizard…feathers..hmm, what else? Oh yeah, SCAT!), which caught fire. This spread to a tree, and the cycle goes on. But the point is, that one careless mistake started a full blown forest fire.