Once Upon a Time a Sun was born shining vividly brightness on the prehistoric horizon, as I stepped into the lushness landscape of the famous ancient biosphere, the pristine Dino Wilds gushing with heartbeat racing with purest excitements knowing I could be meeting Rex, the Dino Wilds guardian pup where I admirable his brilliance presence talent in such communication skills too talk to lifeforms for purposeful reasons knowing his own adventures will collide with mine eventually at some stage time in this a paradise jungle; determined to explore this homeland today revealings the hidden secrets to uncover thee uncharted territory especially one realm in particular which meant attempting to wading through the blacken voids trapped formations in a chasm’s residing next door to a mysterious volcano making two different worlds paralleled of the taboo tar pits rumoured to hoarder incredible treasures never existed beforehand unearthed. 

Then I was trekking deeper into the vibrant greenery where I saw trees over towering each other in a marvelled views making me a little ant moveables around a tall gigantic spaciousness’s forestry hearing all startling voices of the unimaginable beauty dinosaurs echoing through the air scared stiffness if I accidental surprises a organism off guard, not sure to think how dangerous that may be directly because these’s roaring does comes ‘n’ goes making my adventure more interesting as thee atmosphere changes hearing unknown rustling activities in the undergrowth foliage hindsight a thriller discovery knowing my map in oneself hands would guides me to the tar pits; afore a route that Rex would seemingly follows understanding that the erase sticky treasures I was hunting down would leave a strange squelch reminding me that the earth would never actually sees punish those who dare to push themselves… though an anticompetitive nature of me sets a motions for a very different experience only for my curious mindset to be delve into without any doubt about judgment. 

After traversing upon a dense foliage of ancient longitude ferns & climbing over trepidation rocky outcrops I finally walked up a one steep embankment dirt slope up towards an activeness’s volcano & decided to look down by tilting my head slightly when I realised the chasm below me was indeed very deep seeing black masses individually splayed across the ground flooring leaved little space between each pools in particular direction zone in area making of non-seeable entrance which led to a larges painstakingly difficult to clamber down onto the tar pits warmly temperatures surface to riddle these unforeseen treasures to be mine whence I’ll carefully examining the area for myself to get down there in one pieces, a brachiosaurus leant me a slide from which it’s all long neck to be placing me all the way down safely knowing now a curiosity thats beckoning onto me likewise gnawing a sense firstly with cautions beforehand stepping by walking with increased heartbeats closer eager to witness a unusual phenomenon firsthand myself. 

The stages were leading my heart too pound in my chest hearing those relates thumping noisemakers knowing what I was going to do was soo highest dangerous where I took my first step onto the sticky surface feeling a strangeness’s warmth bluff sinking slowly because I originally took offs my looser big trekking boots feeling the tars substance under my socked feet didn’t feels right, but all bizarre sensation of being adhesiveness glue trying to be already Immobilised me straightaway when I was observing this’s was no ordinary standards black puddle I was now stuck already in place with both socked feet trapped literally submerged in one place as the thick viscous non-flowing gooey substance of the tar forming a preservation cocoon around my socked feet descending more than a surprise to me being vulnerable; however, my confidence vanished quick when I realised upon I was sinking steadily rather than slow motion deeper than even I had been expected upon all the black mass grasping my socked feet ‘n’ trouser in a singularly shot commencing an instant unfamiliarity embraces that all was a unforgiving pulling me down paced by zir acceleration feeling the stickiness’s effect upon pulsating pressure around me lower half understanding a urge to struggle began in motion to escape. 

Subconscious thoughts begins flooding my mindset “this wasn’t a leasts what I wasn’t supposedly be expecting from the tar” & then out of nowhere I began to gasp my voice barley breaking through the one thickness stench suffocations atmosphere because I was shouting for at thee of my own lungs expressing emotion “HELP, HELP, HELP PLEASE!, can anyone hears me” upon reading the lines amongst noticeable that I couldn’t even swimmingly through the tars density because it became clear futility’s in this molasses especially since being trapped waistband level meant all option’s were not all available in this mattes sticky silent predator became a sense to me a cosmic passages of preservation was prominent making a real lifetime experiences threat to claims me as it’s own prey source lost in time. 

Frantically attempts increase’s my own ability to become physical exhaustion by shuffling my body weight constantly sinkage more ‘n’ moreover seeing the black substance surrounding me shifting around me formation of a subsidiary bellowing ring that hardened like when tarmac that been boiled melts down too a molten liquid nonetheless flowing state will adhere to solidifications as the cool condensed atmospheric pressure of air settles rather rapidness’s making me a substantial amount of a tarmac statue or soo much harden cased rock every time I felt the weight of the tar inch-by-inch closing spontaneously leading to absolute fears of death by submersion causes me to befall in absolute dire circumstances in wrestling ever-so harder effort’s that made me too weak muscles to continue with my own escape velocity, but very depths sinking into the inky phenomenon shows the facts strength of the tar has major consequences to unwary prey likewise me in a front rower seat whichever greater sophisticated hunting advancements of a silent predator that’ll never cease too amaze retreat. 

Withins fifteen longed minutes of being caught by thee enemy tar pit blackens mass I thought subconsciously that all hope was lost before hearing a voice echoing in thee distance that rumbling off the chasm walls like tremors; a sound which has made my heart flutter with every claim of hearing a proudest high power growling bark, followed by a sudden loud ruff… well rightly on time there I here the wholeheartedly Paw Patrol in their Dino Patroller where I heard Rex saying to me “don’t worry Owen!, helper is on its way now, so don’t be afraid” because he was being lowered down by a ginormous claw barrelling towards me with a reassuring smiles, while wagging is tail with excitement expressing “just focusing on me & everything else is alright, I’m here to rescue you”, upon apt realising my dilemma led to thee famous Rex saving me which is full of gratitude well earned appreciation. 

Safeness’s confidence has been conjuring from Rex “don’t worry there littlest buddy, I’m here for you to save the day with all extra hands from the Paw Patrol additionally as well” & I say frightened at waist deep “get me out of the tar pit gonna swallow me whole” because even though I had panic written all over me in suchlike disbelief especially when I then watched a true story unfold as a seasonable rescuer approach me further towards the edge of the sticky tar substance pit holding a paw straight out to me… then a little marvellous happily barks “dino claw” literally came out of his pup pack slithering at me like a missionary purposeful serpentine that’ll be entwining throughly as if shimmering in the sunlight. 

Coincidence, with a very focusing grin, Rex crouched down while at the edge of the sticky tar substance pit expressing whence his dino claw grasps me tightly, but indeed firmly anchoring onto me attached too my back like a hand that holds against all of stability while I approach to my chest in the black mass “Owen, just hang on there buddy, my dino claw will get you out in no time”, l doing everything carefully during this extended period where his rescue equipment gripping like a sturdiness limb secured with precision accuracy ‘n’ strength to endure any significant weight pressure… well something reflexes took place & Rex decided to angle tilting himself as this pup showed that the wholesome nature tar had no real impact of intimidation. 

Whence Taylor had joined thee Paw Patrol by observing me aptly at a safeness distance from any unfortunate events to overcome this’s great difficulty by a coordinated effort too being rescued by Rex; I then noticeable the dino claw around me felt like a all coils wrapping me up intent & Ryder was shouting down to this heroic pup “you need to act now Rex!, time for a littlest release from the tars prison” & I hear him says to me “you’ll be feeling a gentle tug pulling you Owen upwards” especially since a lifting out of the zir predatory trap meant I was within four seconds repelled by being free from the clutches of the sticky beast… though breathing out because I didn’t know what I could possibly holding onto whence this dino claw held onto me with pure pleasure rather than terror as I was placed back onto solid ground covered literally in a very black encasement cocoon of streamlined tar where I say “Thank you soo much Rex, how did you know that I was stuck in thee pit of stench doom” & Rex exclaims “Skye was on her aerial patrol & noticed you Owen in trouble & then I with alongside the one Paw Patrol took precise action to help you”… as I look up I didn’t even realise how lucky how oneself was directly knowingly my curious adventures should be lifetime education from thee a mastery Rex could’ve taught me about the prehistoric dangerous world. 

A semi verbal communication reeled in from me exclaims to Rex “you’re a true hero, I’m very grateful for my longer rescue phase” knowing that exploring was heeded by red flagged dangers aptly enough hearing thence all echoes from Ryder himself instructing Robo Dog to carefully lower the Dino Patroller’s ginormous claw down into the chasm to lift me up & closer to more safe hands ‘n’ paws; essentially as I left the tar pits behind while being able for all pulling upwards I couldn’t agree any furthermore why I needs too understand that I should’ve gone to Rex before exploring apt this prehistoric wonders getting ready to be closest to connecting with nature at this point quarters of extreme momentum in being able to get a little nurturing heart from those care was a reminder never to get running into problems, while planning the trip more’s overall direction carefulness endeavour.

So Rex was finally thence lifted out of thee chasm where’d I was going to say to him fore upon the thirdly times “thanks very much for rescuing me” I have a curious tale of the mind sensing a new thrill finding unusual encounters when I’m exploring into the ones unknowingly due too Rex proudest responds “ruff, always happy to help a friend” wagging his tail with pure bouncing excitement’s saying with Ryder’s in all agreement “let’s get you back so Owen you can have a good clean up back at thee Dino Sanctuary” with Ryder then saying to me “let’s pause your adventures for a while to relax after the ordeal & we will plan your next journey together keeping you safe”… quietness from me being driven far away to the Sanctuary well away from the chasm of tar left a gruesomely laid warnings never to explore this prehistoric biosphere alone in opening my eyes to the perilously induced darkness possibilities without being actually spotted originally spinning around my head on what conveying life would be like underneath the tar pit itself; a scarily thoughts to even thinkable about as I am now able upon focusing myself on locked eyes onto Rex for now. 

Soo as the storylines “The Day I Met Rex” concludes with a short scenic drive seated in the Dino Patroller with Rex sat besides me smiling with enthusiasm by entailing “we’re not far from thee Dino Sanctuary Owen, you’ll be able to rest assured” by knowingly I’ve actually got to meet this one amazing pup was thee best daycare of my entire lifetime understanding that the whole Dino Wilds had a sinister dream about a nightmare pulsating rhythmical wavering like a breeze disturbing the ocean surface delegating such about sharing the awe-wonders that made me face a phobia of wanting to be buried aliveness under a mysterious sent predator facing a very real world on who’s a foe of surreal horror enemy ‘n’ whose a friendly individual of caring’s heartfelt nurture influences me for whatever reasonable adventures all throw at me awaiting around the next corner to be revealed with Rex or indeed the Paw Patrol guidance to travelling alongside me. 

The End.