Arlo kept reflecting back from the fall from the waterfall and how he and Spot, the human critter, survived. There the two friends were now resting on a field, the warm sunset warming their bodies. Arlo looked down on Spot who was resting against him. Looking back on it all, he blamed Arlo for the tragic death of his father Henry when he released after he intruded the farm, and he and his father went on a hunt for him and an avalanche of water swept his father away. Feeling he new-found love for Spot, he started to realise that it wasn't his fault or his. The death of his father was nothing more than an accident. He then started to cry a little. Before Spot, his father was the only best friend he had. He had his wing over him ever since he was a baby and with him gone, he had only his mother Ida, his sister Libby and his horrible brother Buck. He would berate him, tease him and soon he would reunite with him.

Spot woke up to the crying and saw Arlo's sad face.

"I wish we were brothers, Spot," sniffed Arlo. "I don't care if you're not a dinosaur. I love you. We've been through so mud together, the snake, that word guy with all his pets, the T-Rexes, the invasion - including those weird berries. I don't know what critter you but I have been thinking of calling you a - human. It just suits you in some way. If you were my brother I could imagine all the fun times we'd have at home; watering the crops, Tag, eating berries and having a place to sleep together. I'd be your big brother and protect you. You protected me enough and you deserve to be paid back. You're more than a friend, Spot. You're a brother."

Arlo slowly drifted off to sleep and dreamed that he was playing with Spot on the farm: Hide and Seek, starting competitions, clinging onto his leg while walking and having spot slide down his neck. It felt wonderful doing all those things for him. Arlo being the youngest wondered if the feeling was actual love for a little brother. He couldn't wait to go home and begin the new change around the farm.