Eventually, dazed and achy, Arlo opened his eyes and looked around. His legs were still in the water, and his body was beached on a small sandbar. He was miles down the river and very far from home.
Some big logs were jammed together next to him, making sharp peaks that looked like angry teeth. His body throbbed1 with pain, each scrape and scratch burning as he breathed. He felt the bump on his head and shuddered2.
As Arlo took in his surroundings, fear began to ripple3 through his body. Momma! Arlo cried. Momma! His voice echoed, ringing against the towering cliff walls that surrounded him. When he quieted the only other sound he could hear was the wind moving through the pine trees and the gurgles of the river washing over the rocks. He was completely alone.
Arlo tried to gather the strength to climb out and slowly rose to his feet. But the ground crumbled4 beneath his feet. He slipped and his jaw5 smacked6 against a boulder7, jutting8 out. Arlo lay still, trying to catch his breath. He needed to figure out what to do next.
Arooowwwwh. A loud howl sounded, down into the canyon9. He looked up toward the TOP of the cliff wall and saw... the boy from the trap! A burning anger boiled up inside of him. You! he yelled. This is all your fault!
Furious and fueled by his anger, Arlo propelled his body up the cliff to try and get to the boy. I should have finished you off the first time.
The boy just sat on the edge of the cliff. Cocking his head this way and that, he watched curiously10 as Arlo clumsily made his way up the mountain. He was working hard and struggling for breath, but still managed to seek out a few choice words: This is all your fault! Arlo said.
The boy remained calm, sitting and watching. This made Arlo even angrier. He snapped. Get over here! he shouted.
Then the boy did something entirely11 unpredictable: he tried to climb on Arlos face!
Get away! Arlo screamed. He repeated it over and over, harshly jerking his neck, and tossing the boy off. The boy turned and used his hind12 legs to kick dirt at Arlos face. The dinosaur13 spit and coughed, trying to get the dust and dirt out of his mouth.
When Arlo finally managed to hoist14 himself up onto the cliffs edge, the boy had disappeared. You better run! Arlo called after him, threateningly.
Arlo took a deep breath and slumped15. He looked around at his surroundings again. The wilderness16 around him seemed to be the whole world. He couldnt see an end to it. He spotted17 a high ridge18 off in the distance and thought if he could get up to the ridge, maybe he could see where home was. With no choice, no one to ask, and no other ideas, he started off, toward the ridge.
终于，阿乐睁开了双眼，他环顾四周，感觉晕乎乎的，全身酸痛。他的双腿还浸在水里，身体却搁浅在一个小沙洲上。他已经顺着河流被冲到了离家几英里以外的地方。
他身旁有一些大原木，堆成尖锐的山峰，看着就像愤怒的牙齿。他的身体在阵阵抽痛，随着着呼吸，每一处擦伤和刮伤的地方就像火烧一样。他摸到头上肿了个包，身体不停地哆嗦。
阿乐看看周围，恐惧开始飞速传遍全身。母亲！阿乐哭叫着，母亲！他的声音遭到四周高耸的崖壁的阻挡，回荡在悬崖间。当他平静下来，唯一能听到的就是风吹过松林的呼啸声和河流冲刷岩石的汩汩声。他孤身一人，无依无靠。
阿乐想用尽全身的力量从水里爬起来，他慢慢地抬起脚，但脚下的地面坍塌了。他脚下一滑，下巴磕到了一块突出的巨石上。阿乐一动不动地躺在那里，竭力喘着气。他需要弄了解下一步该如何解决。
啊哦！一声响亮的吼叫响起，传至峡谷。阿乐抬头望向峭壁上方，他看到了那个从陷阱里逃跑的小孩子！顿时，他怒火中烧，他叫道：你！都是你的错！
阿乐暴怒，在怒气的刺激下，他爬上悬崖，努力想抓住那个小孩子。我上次就该结果了你。
小孩子坐在悬崖边上，摇头晃脑，好奇地看着阿乐笨拙地往山上爬。阿乐一边上气不接下气地奋力向上爬，一边挖空心思措辞，责骂道：这都是你的错！
小孩子依然非常淡定，坐在那里看着他。这让阿乐愈发生气了，他怒不可遏地厉声喝道：滚过来！
接着，小孩子做出了完全出人意料的事：他试图爬到阿乐的脸上！
滚开！阿乐大叫道。他一遍一遍地重复着，用力甩脖子，把小孩子甩下来。小孩子转过身，用后腿往阿乐的脸上蹬土，弄得阿乐又吐又咳，想把嘴里的尘土和脏东西吐出来。
当阿乐终于成功爬上悬崖的时候，小孩子已经不见了。你最好跑快点！阿乐在后面颇具威胁地喊道。
阿乐深吸一口气，猛然瘫坐在地上。他又看了看四周，仿佛除去荒野还是荒野，看不到尽头。他发现远处有一个高高的山脊，心想：假如能爬上山脊，可能就能看到家在哪儿。他别无选择，也无人可以问，更没其他的方法，只能启程朝山脊走去。
