The full moon split the night with its rays of light as the fall wind blew hard on the trees. A small farm lay peacefully on a widespread field with lots of space for... an apatosaurus family. Two parents lay curled up in their house with their 3 babies. Two males, and a little female.
The father was a dim olive green with darker stripes on his backside and a light olive green-gold underside, while the mother had more a sweet light yellow for her skin, fitting her calm and gentle personality with a rosy coloured underside and some grey-green and tan spots on her back.
As for their offspring, they looked a lot like their parents, despite having all kinds of different colours.
The last born cub (named Arlo) began to whimper and cry in his sleep laying against his father's belly, as if he were having a nightmare. His legs twitched and his body shook.
In a split second he burst out screaming, jump-scaring his parents and siblings awake. Then poor Arlo was crying his eyes out.
His dad Henry moaned a little from the rude awakening. "Henry, what's wrong with the baby?" his wife Ida muttered in a worried but tired tone. "Must've been a nightmare," he replied groggily and glanced at his crying baby.
"Hussshh, it's okay lil' buddy. Don't cry," he whispered. But Arlo continued to cry. Henry gently picked him up with his jaws and placed him in his front right leg, rocking him gently.
"There there, my son. Poppa's here."
With that, he purred softly and cuddled his tiny baby boy close and licked away his tears. This helped Arlo's crying to cease, but he was still so scared. Ida half-opened her eyes and smiled softly at the sweet moment.
Henry then grabbed Arlo's little fur skin blanket and wrapped him in a burrito. "Ya had a nightmare, huh little buddy? Aww. I know what to do," Henry inquired. He put the baby down with his mother and went to bring in something special to him; his guitar.
Just as he brought it in, Ida cradled her newborn son close and took Henry's place of rocking him. He stroked a couple chords, making sure his claws don't cut any of the strings.
Then he started playing a calm tune as Arlo listened. The guitar music even calmed Arlo's siblings, who were laying by their mom's soft belly. Ida had always loved it when her mate would play his guitar.
After a few minutes, they all were getting tired. Even Henry himself. Arlo yawned and rested his head on his mother's scaly chest.
Henry leaned his head down and licked him a bit more around the face. This made Arlo giggle adorably. His siblings and mother were already asleep again. The father and son purred to each other quietly and lay down.
Arlo finally closed his eyes. "Sleepy, aren't you?" Henry whispered.
He too let out a huge catlike yawn and fell asleep with his baby.