Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN WE HAVE ARRIVED IN NEW ZEALAND, 57 MILLION YEARS AGO.

Oh, it's so pretty here. And peaceful. Can I sit for one minute? That Colosseum was so loud I couldn't hear myself think. No way, we can't waste even a minute. That ostrich will tire out soon.

We need to find a Kum— WOAH! What are you chicks doing out here by yourselves? Excuse me? We are not chicks!

Of course you are. Did anybody lose two chicks? Aramoana, those aren't Kumimanu chicks! They look nothing like ours. Put us down and we'll explain! We're not from here... We're from 57 million years in the future! ... and we need your help. ...but we don't have much time!

So you're telling me that in 57 million years, we are all going to be shrimp-sized like you?

Look, are you going to help us or not? Not. I'm not time-travelling all that way into the future just to get involved in a drama that has nothing to do with me. What about the rest of you? Because birds of a feather stick together! And you're our ancestors and you're the only ones who can save us and the other birds. Why should we?