Here is the first deleted scene of Dinosaur: A Prehistoric Park Adventure. It's not that different from the movie, but it does have a few differences. This is meant to precede the first chapter in the story. Disclaimer: Disney's Dinosaur and Prehistoric Park belong to their respective owners.

"What is that thing?"

Those were the words that echoed through her mind. That was all she was thinking of at the moment. Plio bent the leaves of the fan-like palms in front of her. The object she was staring at was round, yet it was narrow. The edges were rounded, like a stone, but it was not of a grey color. The hue was light brown, lighter than the dark brown on her face, hands and feet. Splotches of darkened tan spanned the thing like mud. It lay there, on the thickness of the branch like a stone, propped up by clumps of moss.

Lightning flashed above, illuminating the forest with a frightening flash. The roll of thunder echoed from above. Rain was coming soon. But that did not bother the denizens of this forest. Heavy rainfall was normal around this time of year. A normal thing to experience when you're a lemur.

Plio was a young female lemur in the prime of her adulthood. The hair all over her body, save for her hands, feet, and face, was nearly all white. The top of her head was the only thing that contrasted her color scheme, being a dark shade of chocolate brown. The parts of her body that did not have fur were nearly the same color as her head. Her eyes were of a bright yellow hue, like lemon, a trait that was uncommon of lemurs and something she inherited from her late mother.

A few leaves fell from above like dust. Looking up, the female could see a small hole in a portion of the canopy. No doubt that was where this thing fell. But the question on where it fell paled in comparison to where it came from. Her home was an island, cut off from the mainland that was inhabited by giant monsters. Water surrounded this place as a natural barrier to any hostilities from far beyond. Green spanned this small speck of land along with plentiful pools of freshwater. Vines hung from the trees, serving as places to climb for her kind. Insects lived within the ground, and sometimes flew in the air. Birds flocked here in all shapes and sizes. Food was aplenty for everyone. This island was her home, and was the only thing she had ever known.

Plio was taught by her father that anything that came from across the sea was dangerous. She was told to veer away from the wonders of beyond the island, as she would only find fear of the outside. But fear did not overpower her. In fact, she was curious.

Behind her, she could hear the whispers of two more creatures coming toward her. The female did not need to look behind to see who it was. Judging from the voices, she could tell they were members of her family.

The first voice was youthful, sounding like a little boy's. Her brother, Zini, no doubt. He was a young male, closing in on his adolescence. He was a sprightful male; adventurous, outgoing, daring, and unfortunately…flirtatious. The goldenrod colored primate had a thing for cute girls, even those older than him. While having a crush for ladies at his young age was acceptable, Plio hoped that antic would disappear when he got older. Zini was always trying to gain the affection of any pretty girl he saw, be they older than him or the same age. The elder female found that amusing, while her father found it distasteful.

Speaking of her father, he was also in the vicinity. Yar looked very much like her, except he sported brown on his head, forearms, and tip of his tail. Gray also dotted parts of his body and his face had wrinkles, indicating his old age. An elder male that had many years of leading the clan under his belt, he knew danger when he saw it. At least, danger was pretty much everything new he could think of. He had a small hint of fear for the sea, the air, and outside the island. Yar was wary of the creatures that lived on the outside. He viewed them as monsters that would devour anyone who comes close to them. Though he did his best to not show them, sometimes his feelings do rise to the surface. He was not all bad. He cared for his family, and of his clan. He was the patriarch after all. And as a leader, it was his job to ensure the safety of everyone.

Which included investigating the identity of this alien object.

"Yar, what is it?" Zini whispered.

"I don't know," he replied in a cautious, gruff voice.

To his and the scruffy-haired youngster's surprise, Plio leaped through the foliage. She treaded carefully on all fours towards the round thing. Zini leaned forward, wanting to get a better look at what his sister was up to.

"Plio! Get back here!" Yar ordered his daughter, fearing for her safety. "We don't know what it is!"

If his daughter heard him, she did not give any indication. She kept going, wanting to sate her curiosity. The whistled softly past her, but she could have sworn she heard Zini telling her to be careful.

As she treaded on the long winding branch, she could hear the soft rustling of branches and leaves from all around her. Whispers from others of her kind permeated through the air. She did not need to second-guess herself on what they were up to. They wanted to know what this alien item was.

Minutes passed. The lemur was closing in on the target. Thunder and lightning rumbled above. For a split second, she thought she saw the silhouette of something within the strange stone. It looked like an animal, nearly about the quarter of her size. She could make out a head and a tail. The rest of the image was muddled up from the casing that surrounded the creature. Was this thing alive? Did it die from the fall? Just what was it?

Her answer was about to come before her. She made it to the object. Plio leaned forward and sniffed at it. The white-furred female could make out the faint scent of sun, dirt, and leaves. It also contained a hint of a musky scent, nearly overpowering the scent of her own body, which was acclimated to the foliage and fruit of an island. But she could also sense the smell of ocean. From the smell she was picking up, Plio figured this thing came from a place with larger creatures, in a place filled with trees and patches of dirt no less. The smell of the ocean was perhaps from how it got here. How it got to the island was beyond her, but the only answer she could think of was something carrying this thing across the water. It could not have floated on the water because it would have ended up on the beach, not in the trees. Maybe it was a creature with wings, maybe it was the wind. It was anyone's guess.

A sudden jerk from the object along with a crack startled her. Plio drew back as the now broken portion of the thing protruded towards her and then back. There was something inside it after all. Determined to know the identity of this intruder, she peered closer at the object. The lemur observed every inch of the item. She looked at the top, she looked at the back, and even in front again. There was no change in its structure for the next few seconds.

Then, she placed her hand at the top of the casing. Using the gift of her opposable thumbs and fingers, she dug into the thick carapace and gently lifted a cracked portion of the odd-looking stone. If it was a stone, it should be motionless. It would not have anything living inside of it. Nor would it crack on its own.

Plio peered inside. Fluid fell from the cracks into the insides of the thing. Gurgling sounds emanated from within, along with the heavy sighs of some creature. It was hard to make out what was really in there, but she could have sworn she saw a leg and a tail.

The lemur hastily put the shell back and straightened back up. Now she knew this was no stone. She busily got to work on revealing the identity of this intruder.

"Dad, get over here," she said in a loud whisper.

On cue, her father snuck past the foliage that protected him from seeing the odd invader. Right when he was away from the leaves, his son used his agility to leap passed his legs and towards the scene. Yar had no idea if what his daughter was witnessing was safe at all, and he did not want his son to be in danger as well.

"Zini! It's not safe!" he scolded, pulling him back by the tail.

Zini folded his arms and pouted. "Oh, I always have to go when stuff's happening!"

The patriarch huffed and watched his son retreat back into the safety of the tree. Once he was gone, he proceeded to join his daughter's side. Her arms seemed to be close to her body, but he could see she was busy with something, whatever it was. Yar stopped short before her, body angled in a stance that would allow him for a quick getaway.

"Well, what is it?"

"It was an egg! Look!" Plio exclaimed and quickly turned. In her arms was a four-legged creature that neither of them had seen before. It was small with scales all over its body; any sight of hair was nonexistent. The head was mostly purple, except for the creature's back, which was the color of a calm sea. The arms were not like the hands of the lemurs because the creature had no thumbs. Nor did it have nails. They just had three large fingers in the front along with a small pinkie. To top that observation off was sharp spike on where the thumb should be. It did have a tail, but one that was much thicker in mass than the lemurs here. The creature's face and underbelly sported a cream color, a large contrast to the chocolate brown of the lemurs. Small bumps dotted the top of the alien's eyes like tiny rocks. The creature may be asleep, but even Yar could tell it had big eyes.

The elder male gasped and recoiled in fear. The monster that his daughter cradled in her arms brought about a significant amount of worry to his old heart. It came from far away, and his mind was filled with thoughts on what it was doing here.

"What?" Plio eyed her father with a look that made her view him as a bit crazy.

"It's a cold-blooded monster from across the sea!" he said, closing in on the baby creature. His eyes radiated that same fear that Plio knew as a child. Her father was always frightened of the unknown and would always be like this in his warnings. "Vicious, flesh-eating-!"

His explanation was interrupted by a belch from the baby. The invader had its eyes open just a smidge before resting again on the lemur's arm cradle. To the ancient primates, they saw the creature's eyes as a bright green, much brighter than the leaves of the forest.

"Ew," Yar's face contorted in disgust.

"Looks like a baby to me," Plio responded in a near chuckle.

"Babies grow up!" the patriarch warned. He slowly made his way up to his daughter and the baby that was in her arms. His overprotectiveness of his family and of the clan was clearly shown on his face. "You keep that thing, one day when we turn our backs, it'll be picking us out of its teeth!"

Gasps from the youngsters that arrived on the branch just moments ago echoed. Yar sharply turned, wanting to emphasize the importance of his warning. He pointed at the creature, and made his point.

"Things like that, eat things like us as SNACKS!" raised his arms up, indicating the symbol of a monster that the creature would become.

The children screamed and leapt away. Some of them hid behind the leaves nearby, while others made their way back to their parents in the trees.

Plio rolled her eyes. She never liked it when her father got like this. Always paranoid of the unknown. Honestly, there was no sense of wonder in this lemur. Clutching the baby closer to her, she asked her father the one question that she knew would have a definite answer, and one she did not like.

"So, what do we do?"

"Get rid of it!" he told her, looking back over his shoulder.

The female looked down on the baby then back at her father, who huffed after swishing his tail and hip in a serious motion. Among her kind, swishing your hip and moving your tail in a whip-like motion meant that the word you gave was final. While some viewed that action as unnecessary, others knew that when a lemur did that, they were not going back on their word.

"What has gotten into you?" Plio shook her head. She viewed this baby as something innocent. If it were a monster that would eat them all, it would have done so the minute it was removed from the egg. It would have sharp teeth and talons meant to render flesh from any creature in the area. This intruder had none of that.

Yar sighed. "Plio…"

"That thing is dangerous!" he turned, showing the fear once again in his sapphire eyes. His fang-like teeth were bared, showing the anxiety and apprehension.

Plio sighed and looked back at the baby that she so protected in her arms. She lifted the creature up until he was just about close to her face. The baby had no parents and would most likely die if no one looked after it. Not to mention she had never seen anything so adorable, save for the baby lemurs in her clan. How could something so innocent cause trouble? If the baby was reared the right way, then there would be no danger at all. Apparently, her father thought differently. Plio knew that if she continued with fighting against his beliefs, the situation would go nowhere.

"I'm sorry little one," she then gave the baby to Yar. The elder lemur grasped the child in his hands and wanted to look away. The very sight of the creature made him rear back in fright. Plio wanted to get her point across, and she thought this was the best way to do it. Lemurs were not killers, but they could defend themselves in their own ways. If her father would not agree with her, then she'll make him. "Okay. Get rid of it."

Plio turned around and gave the same gesture that Yar gave her when his word was final. Swaying her hip and tail to one side and then retreating to the other side of the branch to watch solidified her decision to allow her father to do the dirty work.

"Alright, I will," he huffed.

The lemurs around them in the trees chittered in anticipation for what the elder was about to do. They watched as he turned to the side of the branch for the depths of the forest floor below. He raised the infant until it was above his head. The position was perfect, all he needed to do was to drop the baby. That was all he needed to do and it would all be over.

As he prepared to drop the child, he found himself muttering. No one could hear what he was saying, but if anyone could guess, it was about killing the baby. What was even odder was his hesitation. He did not drop the baby immediately. If Yar was true to his word, he would have done so once the creature was over the depths. But he did not.

Yar could not believe what was happening. This was a creature from across the sea. This was a monster that could devour them all. Yet why was he not going through with killing it? The elder could not explain it at all. The more he thought on why he was not going through with it, the more frustrated he got.

He lowered the baby and looked at it with all seriousness. If he could not drop the baby, then he could just throw him hard on the branch. The force would be enough to break the bones, even its skull. Then it would be the end of it.

"You better hurry up Dad," Plio mused offhandedly. She waved at him in a gesture to get him to get on with it. "It looks HUNGRY."

Yar looked over at her and snorted. When he returned his gaze back to the baby, he found the infant waking up again. The alien invader was making coos and gurgles as it roused from its slumber. The eyes were opening again and Yar could make out the faintest green from before. Those eyes…those were just the cutest things. He had never seen a shade of green that bright. And the plumpness of the legs and arms, he could just play with them all day. This creature was so small; he could just cradle it if he wanted to. All of that made him smile…

The lemur stiffened up again, wiping that smile from his face. This was a monster. It needed to be destroyed. But…how could a monster be so terrifying if it was this cute? He watched the baby make a big yawn and then looked at him innocently. When he observed its mouth, he could not find the faintest indication of sharp teeth. From the stories he was told as a child, he knew that predators were born with teeth or weapons that would help them devour prey. Yet this one had no claws nor did it have any fangs.

Yar sighed and closed his eyes. His daughter was right. They were in no danger at all.

Then, he heard a new sound. It sounded like the trickle of water. What was weird was that it came out of nowhere. Yar opened his eyes and found the source; small bits of water were slithering down its…no HIS skin as he just found out. He did not need to think twice on what he was doing.

If he had bothered to look, he would have seen the faintest smile as he relieved himself of the liquid waste. Coupled that with the little shivers that followed and he could tell he was done.

Yar heard the faintest footfalls from nearby. His daughter slowly approached him, ready to get the baby back. He huffed again and gave her the baby.

"Here."

Plio gingerly retrieved the baby boy and once again cradled him in her arms. She snuggled her head under his as a sign of reassurance before pulling away. The female had the clear sign of a smug on her face. She was enjoying the victory of this moment.

"It's okay, we'll teach him to hate meat."

When she pulled away to go back to where she was, all of the young lemurs and a few adults gathered around her. They wanted to see the baby, or in this case, the newest addition to the family. Chitters and whispers went through the growing crowd as they watched the infant in her arms.

Yar raised a hand in an effort to stop them. "Watch his head!"

He received confused glances from the crowd, even his daughter. His wariness got the best of him when he said that. Realizing that he was going back on his own beliefs, he quickly rectified his speech. If the baby was going to stay with them, he needed to get used to his presence. He trusted Plio that she would teach him their ways…and just in case, to hate meat.

"I…I mean watch it," he said, turning to walk away. "He could bite."

As he moved away, he noticed his youngest son approach him to see the new baby. Or in this case, his new nephew. Though the idea of being an uncle seemed intimidating for a lemur his age, Zini had the biggest smile on his face. Yar thought to himself that if Plio was willing to raise him as one of their own, then everyone in the clan will contribute too.

The yellow lemur got close to the baby and put an index finger on the newcomer's mouth. He slowly opened it to see the slightest hint of any sharp teeth. He was surprised to see none.

"This monster's got no teeth!" he laughed and pulled his hand away to let the baby close his mouth.

"What's he gonna do? Gum us to death?" he eyed everyone around him for a response.

"Zini, come on," Plio rolled her eyes then returned her loving gaze to the baby. "Look at the sweet little face. Does that look like a monster to you?"

Zini shrugged his shoulders. "Well, are you at least going to name him? Or are we going to call him 'the baby'?"

His older sister chuckled and held her child close to her. "I've already thought of a name for him."

"Well? What is it?" The youngest male asked in earnest.

"Aladar," was her answer. "I'm going to call him Aladar."

Zini's eyes widened just for a moment. He had never heard the name before. Then again, this was Plio's baby. Who was he to judge? He folded his arms and watched his new nephew even further for the next few moments before returning his attention to his sister.

"Aladar? Okay, he's your baby. But he's not dangerous right?"

Plio shook her head. "No, he's not. We'll raise him as one of us."

"He's so tiny though," the younger brother pointed out. "How big is he going to get?"

Plio merely chuckled. "I don't know Zini. But does it really matter? You did start out as a tiny baby too."

"Yeah…I guess you're right," he playfully rolled his eyes.

She eyed the baby again. He seemed to be looking at his surroundings; from the foliage, to the branches above and around, and even the lemurs that surrounded him. He giggled when the children tickled him on the stomach. His little limbs flailed in the air and he gasped when they finished. Even Plio and Zini seemed entertained by their new family member.

In Plio's thoughts, she reminisced about a saying that her own mother taught her. One that she remembered to this very day. Holding this baby, she knew that they were right. Now that she was a mother herself, she vowed to love him as he was.

"Some things start out big. And some things start out small…very small. But sometimes the smallest things, can make the biggest changes of all."

Little did any of them know that their lives were going to change forever, the moment this baby hatched into the world.