A/N: Insert your favorite disclaimer here.
Here's the debut of the moo-makers! I thought there should probably be a somewhat memorable experience for this, and this chapter was what I came up with. Let me know what you think!
Mooing:
The next morning brought rain, something that shocked the hatchling into standing with a loud squeal at the sudden downpour, and a jumbled bunch of nondescript protests at the sky. Though, when the rain got substantially more violent with a bright flash [something that he was not sure was possible], and a loud booming echoed throughout the heavens, the hatchling quickly scrambled off into the bushes, though the family of small brown furry things that were already there were not too happy about the new arrival. Breaking out of the greenery, the small reptile tore through a few more thickets before slipping on the slick ground and going tumbling down into a plant full of small-sharp-points, something that he tore his way out of with a loud squeak. While it did not hurt quite as much as it would if he had skin instead of scales, it still made him itch something fierce. Groaning lightly as he tried to rub the feeling off on a nearby tree [and the downpour was still going strong, making the bark wet]. However, the next flash-boom that ripped across the sky made him stop with a yelp, and he looked for a place to wait out the weather.
However, where he eventually ended up staying was a tree-cave, though much, much bigger than what he had been in on the 'ship'. There were also other creatures in here, he could smell them all over the place. On the walls, on the floor, though the smell on the floor was different then what was on the walls, something that didn't quite make very much sense to him. Though, what the hatchling did find, a patch of some strange, soft strands that made a very good sleeping-spot when piled together like they were. However, he had barely lain down to rest when suddenly something seized his tail and dragged him towards the other side of the pile, which he valiantly resisted by trying to dig in his claws and letting out an indignant squeak as he was dragged out to come face to face with-.
Well, in all honesty, he wasn't sure what it was. He had never seen such a creature before, with fur, big floppy ears, and large brown eyes. The other animal had obviously never seen anything like him before either, as he was quickly dropped with a loud sound. As he crashed into the ground, he heard more of it, echoes coming from other spots in the tree-cave. Looking around, he watched with a semi-amused air as the other creature made it's strange sound again as it backed into the corner of its little open-box, the others calling back in the same, strange, lowing cry. It was actually comforting, to tell the truth, and the child felt his eyelids drop as he settled into the hay with a deep, sleepy sigh.