Prehistoric

January 31, 2025
Image of M-J Kelley's drawing of a small dinosaur named Prehistoric.

Prehistoric

There really is nothing better than finding an egg. That is, unless it is a very large powder-blue egg. And that is exactly what Duncan found on his double rare day.

M-J Kelley's drawing of a dragon. Duncan's horoscope leads him to an abandoned egg that others are looking for.

Double Rare Day: Duncan with his new egg.

Many days have followed since, and Duncan was indeed a superb parent. He would cradle and sing to his egg. Mostly humming and murmuring, but gentle and sweet. Hours would pass until hunger would call, leaving his egg in the protective care of an egg holder until his return. Idle days of long wanders in the Knockwood Forest were now gone. Replaced by a quick scour of the forest floor for berries, mushrooms, and riverbank kale. Returning with his bounty, he would eat alongside his egg, pretending to feed it.

So content was he that he never gave much thought to the egg’s hatching. To Duncan, he had already become a parent. But upon return from the day’s scavenge, he lifted the egg from its holder, and it revealed a small crack. At first, Duncan was upset and thought he must have caused his egg to break. But no. There was movement inside the egg. Bump. The cracked line became longer. Bump. More movement. Crack. Bump. Crack. Bump, bump. Crack, crack.

Ta-da!

And out popped a not-so-small, odd-looking creature. It looked at Duncan and made the same humming and murmuring sounds that Duncan had made. Duncan hummed and murmured back. Joy filled both of their hearts.

The humming and murmuring continued, well, forever. It would be how they expressed their love and devotion to each other. But there was also a new sound, and it came from the creature’s belly.

“Of course,” Duncan said, “You’re hungry!”

The small creature turned his gaze to the untouched riverbed kale and awkwardly stepped toward it. Sniff, sniff. Munch, munch. Delicious. Duncan stared as the small creature devoured his breakfast. What an appetite!

“What will be your name?” Duncan said to the munching creature. “You look so…prehistoric. Ah…Prehistoric!”

An aptly named little fellow. For he was a Brontosaurus!

Imagine a dragon raising a dinosaur? The Knockwood Forest is full of such magic!

Duncan and Prehistoric will return in more stories from The Knockwood Forest. Stay tuned!

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