There is something missing from this world. The amazing creatures that time has left behind. But what if we could bring them back?

What if Extinction... didn't have to be forever?

We're going on a Safari with a difference as wildlife adventurer Nigel Marvin plunges into prehistory to rescue creatures on the brink of extinction.

His plan is to bring them back to the safety of the present, and give them a second chance.

This time, Nigel goes back less than a million years to rescue one of the most unlikely swimmers in history.

Welcome to the ultimate wildlife sanctuary.

Welcome... to Prehistoric Park!

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Prehistoric Park has proved to be a meteoric success, with residents now ranging from a pair of Dakotaraptors, to a herd of mastodon, and even a shoal of Edestus.

Now, though, Nigel wants to turn his attention to a more familiar creature. One that the park has already rescued.

Nigel is out on the plains of Prehistoric Park. In the distance, the elephant herd and Martha are grazing, while at a nearby tree, one of the park's chaolicotheres is browsing, using its claws to pull down juicy leaves for it to feast on. Nigel, however, isn't interested in them. His focus lies on the ground in front of him, where, of all things, a six banded armadillo, rooting around for food.

Suddenly, a huge shape enters the scene, causing the armadillo to scatter. The new arrival resembles the armadillo, but is roughly the size of car. Oblivious to the presence of Nigel, it begins grazing on the nearby grass.

"This guy is Glyptotherium, one of the last glyptodonts. His kind were around all the way until the end of the last Ice Age. Unfortunately, though, they couldn't survive the end of the Ice Age, and all that we have left of them is their bones and their close relatives, the armadillos. Now, we already have one, but I wouldn't mind adding a few more glyptodonts to Prehistoric Park."

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While Nigel readies to rescue the glyptodonts, the rest of the team is helping some of the park's smaller residents.

The team races back and forth between the two lakes, carrying buckets. Arriving at one lake, the seem to pick out tiny objects from the lake, then race to the second lake and put the buckets down. At first, nothing happens, but after a moment, a tiny shape hops out of the bucket, soon followed by dozens more. Soon, a horde of tiny frogs is hopping out of the bucket toward the second lake.

The team stares on at this for a moment, but quickly gets back to work shoveling more frogs into their buckets, though they attempt to coax a few in on their own power.

"I didn't think we'd get to see so many frog-lets today," noted Tristan. "I'm glad Bob told us about this lake, otherwise most of these guys would be goners."

"Most probably will still end up becoming fish or bird food," countered Sean, "but every one we save will be that much more likely to survive."

"Boys, less talking, more frog moving," intoned Elise.

"Aren't you guys going on a mission soon?" asked Vera.

"Yes, so you need to pick up the slack while were gone. More workers are coming over in half an hour, but you'll need to get as many of these guys across as you can until they show up," replied Tai.

Just then, the team heard the roar of a jeep engine. Turning their attention to the plains South of them, where they seen Nigel driving toward them.

"Look's like it's time to go," noted Violet.

"Yep, time to bail,' responded Tristan.

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Unnoticed to the group, they were being watched.

Hidden in a nearby forest to the East, which bordered the lake the team was moving the frogs to, Terence stared on in curiosity. The tyrannosaur may have seen humans help other creatures without receiving anything in return, but he'd never understand why they did so. It was common knowledge in the natural world that one species would not help another unless they were offered something in return. His friendship with Willow and his other cleaners was based on that: they would clean his teeth of scraps and his body of parasites, and in exchange, he would protect them. What humans did was bizarre.

Idly, he stared on for a moment before deciding to retreat. He wasn't thirsty, there were no fish in the lake big enough to satisfy his hunger, and the frogs were not something he wanted to eat. With him came all of his cleaning crew, unwilling to lose the safety the tyrannosaur provided.

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Nigel's plan is to go back 300,000 years ago, far back enough that he won't have to risk dealing with Paleo Indians during the mission. Glyptotherium fossils are known from Venezuela to Arizona, and it is in Arizona that he will look for them. Hopefully without meeting anything too dangerous!

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Once again in Ice Age Arizona, the team finds the surrounding to be familiar. It is not that different from the last time they were here, though perhaps a bit warmer. Trees and cacti dominate the area, while a few sparse tufts of grass push up from the soil, struggling to survive.

"Three hundred thousand years and this place has barely changed," noted Tristan. "...At least, assuming were not on the ground where a city will be built," he adds rather sheepishly.

The rest of his siblings snicker at his discomfort, before quickly heading after Nigel. The desert is not a place you want to end up alone in.

"Come on, let's hurry. We don't want to be left behind," remarked Tai.

"I'm coming," was Tristan's reply. "You think we'll see any mastodonts?"

"Maybe," was Sean's reply.

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AN: I actually did carry frogs in a box from one lake to another once, because there was a road between the two lakes that the frogs would've had to cross otherwise.

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