Scrat scurried along, sniffing the ground for the sweet scent of the ominous acorn that he could never seem to get a hold of. Every sense of his was glued to the ground, hoping and praying to find a acorn, maybe not the same one as before, but nonetheless, an acorn. He found himself strayed, with no rocks, no glaciers, no nothing but the sparkling snow beneath his feet and ground surrounding him. He looked down at the ground out of curiousity, and swiped away the snow. It was just a sheet of ice...

a cracking sheet of ice.

He broke through, and decended into the dinosaur world once again. He landed on a brown figure that happened to be passing through at the time. Scrat looked up, with his blurred vision returning to normal. He only saw one eye looking back at him. The other was covered by a leaf. Buck staggered up, resting his head in one hand, and the other offering a hand up to Scrat. He cautiously accepted it; eyeing the white tooth-knife exposed on his back.

"Eye, mate, I won't hurt ya, this is fer' dinos, see?" He pulled it off his back, held by the scabbard strung on by a vine-rope strapped across his shoulder to under his arm.

"You oka-" Buck's ears perked up, hearing roars off in the distance. They were causing a commotion like when the herd had stumbled upon them.

"Not again..." Buck huffed, annoyed, running off, ignoring Scrat.

Buck swang in on the animal being closed in by the group of dinosaurs, and safely returned it to safe ground. Without looking, he started to walk off.

"Thank you." A feminine voice said behind him, shocked. Buck turned around and saw a build much like his own, and blue eyes, even like his own, but a feminine body, and jet black fur. Everything that would have been brown on him, is black on her. She had a very refined feminine face, and her blue eyes blazed against her gentle black fur.

"Erm..Hello." Buck replied, astonished. He hadn't not seen another mammal in the dinosaur world since the herd last came, much less another weasel. Buck scrambled for words, spewing out the first thing that came to his mind...bad idea...

"Whoa!" Buck flinched back, affecting her with a chain reaction."Um...sorry...Whats' your name...how'd you get down here?"

"Vanessa...and I fell through."

"Hows that possible?Caves' closed up, an' if you fell that far you'd be dead."

"I guess I was lucky,then. I fell on a dinosaur, which flew down towards the ground, and I jumped when it got closest to the ground...whats that?"

Vanessa points to Buck's tooth-knife.

"Ah, its a long story."

"How did you...if you don't mind me asking-"

"My eye? Ay, goes along with the story of how I got my knife."

"Could I look at it? The knife?"

Buck gave the tooth to her, and she examined it. She flipped it over once or twice and went to hand it back to him. In the process, she dropped the tip right on his foot.

"Fer' the love of!-" He moaned, but tried to slightly retain his pain.

"Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry! Here let me help..."

"No, no, I got this. Don't worry me' love, I'm fine."

Vanessa wondered for a moment, trying to remember his name.

"Buck."

"Well, Buck, I was a nurse before for a little while..I can help."

"Too bad you can't prevent the accidents from happening as well as treat them."

Vanessa smiles and rolls her eyes.

Buck leads Vanessa to his home, so she could treat the wound properly. While Vanessa left to get herbs to treat his foot, and to wrap it in, Buck's eyes wander over to his Pineapple sitting next to a nearby tree. He casually whistles and gently pushes it off into the bush with his injured foot. He gently slides down the tree to sit.

"Here." Vanessa reappeared with different colored herbs, a large leave, a stick, a piece of bark, and what looked like a leaf 'bag' of what seemed to be carrying liquid shut by a small vine. She sat on the ground, dividing up the ingredients and tools.

"Watcha' got ther' mate?"

"Its a few different herbs..see,"She picked up a flower with five white petals, and a yellow center and showed it to him. "This is called Yarrow. It actually has been used for a long time to stop the bleeding, and disinfect the wound..."

"I see..."

"This is Speedwell, amd Chickweed. It should sooth the cut and the Speedwell will help with the healing." She picked up a small plant with a single purple flower on it, along with a small white flowered plant. She began mashing the Yarrow with the stick on the bark.

"This might sting a little." She gently pressed the substance on and around the affected area.

"A LITTLE!" As the intensity of the sting retreated, Vanessa mashed the speedwell and chickweed together and spread that acrossed it aswell.

"So tell me Buck...why are you down here? At least, why haven't you came back up, or..can't you?" The last three words were not forced, but anticipated as she grabbed the bag and leaf to wrap around his foot. "This is tea tree oil, this should also help."She carefully poured the liquid into his cast, and let it set for a moment as the excess oil seeped out.

"I had a chance to go back up...but my place is down here. I don't think I could fit in up there, anymore."

"A chance? Just one?"

"I had never really considered going back up, until the chance came along."

"What happened?" Vanessa continued to fumble with the cast as he replied.

"A really...strange herd of animals were lost looking for a friend, and I helped them. They offered me to come with them, but I decided to stay down here."

"A herd? of what?"

"Three mammoths, a sabertooth tiger, two possums, and a sloth."

"Your joking."

"I'm not, thats the crazy part."

"Interesting...so why didn't you go?"

"It has to do with the long story I told you about earlier."

"At least give me some information on it so I understand."

"Well, me and a dinosaur have been enemies for a long while. I thought he was killed...but it turned out he wasn't. So I stayed."

"Thats a little strange...why would you stay where your enemy is?"

"Its complicated...Well...Regardless, I think I'm gunna have to go up to the surface soon now."

"Why?"

"You're not gunna survive trying to go back up. Besides, maybe I'll catch up with a few friends."

"Maybe."

"Problem is, mate, if I'm readin' the sun right, dusk ain't to far off. This place in't a place ta be travelin' at night. We'll go in the morning."

"Ok...that'd be good for your foot, too."

Vanessa fixed a bed for herself made of jungle leaves as Buck plucked a large leaf aswell from behind him, folded it into a pillow, and rested it behind his head. Buck watched her as she slowly began to closed her sparkling blue eyes as he too, began to drift. As the world lost all of its color, and his conciousness began to fade, Buck smirked, and whispered soflty,

"Blimey..."

He woke up in a fog to a sweet auroma. He moaned as he favored his head that had been resting against a tree and leaf throughout the night.

"You've been out for a while. I've made breakfast. Do you like eggs? I made some pineapple too."

"Ughh...my head...wait...what? What're you making?" Buck finally gained conciousness.

"Pineapple and some...really big eggs." Buck's blurred vision returned to normal as he saw and heard the fire crackling. He caught eye of the husk of the pineapple laying aside the fire. He attempted to get up quickly, but tripped and fell, forgetting about his lame foot. He slowly pulled himself back up, taking the butt-end of the knife in his palm and bracing it against himself like a crutch and walked over to the bush he had kicked his pineapple into.

It was gone.

"Yea, I found this Pineapple just in a bush...isn't that lucky? I didn't even need to walk very far."

"Um..I...uh..Vanessa...I'm..." Buck struggled to find the right words without hurting her feelings, and so she wouldn't think he was crazy. She was bound to find out sooner or later, but he was willing to stretch it out as long as he could. He needed more time.

"You don't need to thank me. After all, I was the one that stabbed your foot, its the least I can do."

"Its...ok...Vanessa. But I'm, uh,...allergic..ta pineapples.." Buck started to feel sick to his stomach.

"Oh...sorry...Can you still have some egg then? Even I know how long its gunna take us..."

"Why not...wait...where did you get those eggs from?"

"Some nest I found..don't worry, it looked abandoned."

"I don't think it'd be abandoned if there were fresh eggs in it, mate."

"Well...um...uh oh..." Vanessa's innocent joyful expression melted into a serious, fearful face.

"I think it'll be ok, though. The Pterodactyl's sense of smell ain't too good. It'd be hard fer it to track you."

"You sure know a lot about this place." Vanessa examined with curiousity.

"When ya've been here as long as I have...ya kinda have to know what your going up against. I'm probably one of the smallest animals around here..and one of the very seldom mammals."

"Interesting..."

A loud roar in the distance made them both flinch back.

"Though...Tyrannosaurus Rex...has a very well developed sense of smell..." Buck trailed off. He looked at Vanessa, who dropped her last bit of egg.

"We better get moving."