It had been hours since the herd had left, disappearing into the mist which hunched protectively over the land, the bold faces of snowy mountains dim in the distance. It was towards these very cliffs that the family of mammoths, two opossums, a couple of saber-tooth tigers, two sloths, and a hedge-hog gravitated, leaving the rubble of broken ice and smashed weapons behind them.
In desultorily positions however, protruding from the snow and icy clusters, the stiff limbs of the pirates remained.
Buck stood on top of a high cliff over looking the (surface) land. He could see in the distance the shadows of great mountains, he could see snow-covered fields and plains as well. In front of him out-streatched a pine tree forest. (Which was, of course, covered in snow.)
"It's a big world out there," He told himself thoughtfully.
"And I belong someplace in it. And today, I will find that place," He promised himself. But where do I begin? He thought.
Suddenly, he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. His smile faded as he turned around to see a...
If anyone would like to read my Ice Age Stories, you may go ahead. I have improved through the days I've been doing this. I will soon update my Book 1 remake because when I first started, I sucked. So, present day, I still think I suck.
Buck woke up one day married to a pineapple. A little story of the events of that day. Nothing special, but read anyway.
I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY, I JUST MADE IT A LINK. THE CREDIT OF MAKING THE STORY DOES NOT GO TO ME.