There was no clear cut path to follow or any signs of anyone having traveled through this place before. As far as I knew,I was in wild territory. I didn't look up much, preferring to keep my eyes on the ground and on the lookout for poisonous snakes, which are frequently found in the warm areas of the world, poisonous spiders, which I hated more than poisonous snakes, and tree roots, which could seriously jeopardize one's footing. The last time I had checked the ship's position, in had been hugging north of the equator, a few hundred miles from Madagascar in the Indian Ocean. The humidity of the surrounding forest and the lushness of the plant life assured me that I was indeed someplace tropical.
Something about the plant life bothered me though. I'd be the last person to claim I am an expert botanist, but none of the greenary was familiar. I thought I should at least recognize some of it from National Geographic and the like, but I hadn't the foggiest what any of the ferns, trees, or bushes I came across were. I tried not to think about it. I continued to trudge ahead, eyes peeled for signs of danger, and pausing only to cool my throat and drink my fill at a small stream. I was sure that I was in uncivilized territory, so when I pushed myself through some thick bushes only to find myself in an open field, it is needless to say that I was surprised.
The field was a respectable size, dozens acres at least, with what appeared to be rye growing in it. On either side of it were other fields, one holding beans of some sort, the other corn, all growing in neat rows. Only the crops being unripe saved them from the ravages of my famished stomach. Separating each of the fields was a sizable road. I decided to follow one, to see where it would take me. After awhile, in the distance I could see a cluster of structures sitting in the middle of the patchwork of fields I had stumbled across. Some of the buildings seemed rather too big for a farm, but it didn't strike me as odd, nor did the style of architecture, Old English blended with other elements I couldn't recall. It was a rustic setup, complete with a windmill and what appeared to be a farmhouse. About 100 yards from the compound, the rising buzz of activity caused me to stop. It wasn't an unfriendly sound, but I decided to be cautious anyway. I scurried into the rye field and hide myself from view amongst the stalks. Soon, groups of people began filing their way out of the building I had dupped a house, laughing, stretching, and talking. They've just gotten done eating, I guessed. It was midday by the suns position, so that was reasonable. My mouth watered at the thought of food, but I remained hidden. After a few moments, I felt a rumbling through the ground. The other people didn't seem alarmed by it, so I wasn't afraid. That was when I saw a sight that changed my life forever.
Out of one of the enormous buildings I thought was used for storage, came an equally huge animal. A long neck raised to the sky, supported by tree trunk thick legs, and sporting an equally impressive tail. My mouth dropped open as I stared in shock at a sight I never even dreamed I might see. A brachiosaurus, I thought. A living dinosaur. Following the brachiosaurus out of the barn came casmeosaurs, stegosauruses, hadrosaurs, strutiomimuses, and a lone triceretops. I sat down in that patch of rye, disbelieving what I witnessed with my own eyes and numb with the realization of what had happened to me. I managed one clear thought before I blacked out for the second time in two days.
Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas.


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