The Sleepy Stegosaurus

There was a long green valley between two hills.

A river ran through the valley.

The water was clear and cool.

Tall trees stood near the river.

Soft green ferns grew under the trees.

It was a good place to live.

A group of Stegosaurus lived in this valley.

They were big animals with four strong legs.

They had small heads and long, heavy bodies.

On their backs they had plates.

The plates stood up like big leaves.

Some plates were brown.

Some plates were dark red.

At the end of their tails they had four sharp spikes.

The Stegosaurus ate ferns and low green plants.

They ate all day.

They walked slowly from tree to tree.

They were quiet animals.

They did not want trouble.

They did not look for a fight.

In this group there was a young Stegosaurus.

His name was Sten.

Sten was not very big.

He was smaller than the other young ones.

But his plates were the biggest plates in the valley.

They were very tall and very wide.

When Sten stood in the sun, his plates were warm and red.

The old ones looked at him and said, "That is a fine back."

Sten liked his plates.

But there was one problem.

Sten was always sleepy.

In the morning, the group woke up.

The sun came over the east hill.

The birds began to sing.

The young ones ran down to the river.

They drank the cool water.

They ate the soft new ferns.

But Sten did not run.

Sten did not eat.

Sten put his head down on the grass and slept.

"Sten," his mother said.

"Wake up. It is morning."

"Yes, Mother," Sten said.

He opened one eye.

Then he closed it again.

"Sten!" his mother said.

"I am awake," Sten said.

But he was not awake.

He was asleep again.

At the middle of the day, the sun was high.

It was hot in the valley.

The other young Stegosaurus played by the water.

They pushed each other with their heads.

They ran in and out of the ferns.

They made a lot of noise.

Sten slept under a tall tree.

His big plates made a long shadow on the ground.

Small animals came and sat in his shadow.

They were cool there.

Sten did not move.

In the afternoon, the group walked to the north end of the valley.

There were good plants there.

Sten walked with them, but he walked slowly.

His eyes were half closed.

He ate a little.

Then he found a soft place and slept again.

"Sten sleeps too much," said an old Stegosaurus.

"He is a young animal," said another.

"Young animals must eat and grow. He does not eat. He will be small all his life."

Sten's mother heard these words.

She said nothing.

But she was worried.

The sun went down behind the west hill.

The sky turned orange and then dark blue.

The group lay down together near the river.

They closed their eyes.

The valley was quiet.

And then, in the dark, Sten opened his eyes.

The night was cool.

The air smelled of wet ferns and river water.

Sten stood up slowly.

He was careful.

He did not want to wake his mother.

He walked away from the group.

He walked past the tall trees.

He walked past the river.

He came to a small path between the rocks.

He knew this path very well.

His feet knew every stone.

The path went up.

Sten went up with it.

His legs were short, so he went slowly.

But he did not stop.

At the top of the path there was a low, round hill.

There were no trees on this hill.

There was only short grass and rock.

Sten came to the top of the round hill.

He stood still.

Then he looked up.

The sky was full of stars.

There were more stars than ferns in the valley.

There were more stars than stones in the river.

Some stars were big and white.

Some stars were small.

Some had a soft red light.

They were everywhere, from one hill to the other hill, over the whole world.

Sten did not move.

He looked and looked.

His mouth was a little open.

This was why he slept all day.

This was his secret.

He came here every night.

He came here to look at the sky.

He sat down on the warm rock.

The rock was warm from the sun of the day.

His big plates stood up behind him, dark against the stars.

Sten began to count.

"One. Two. Three. Four."

He counted the stars over the east hill.

He counted the stars over the river.

He always lost his place, and then he began again.

But he liked to count.

It made him happy.

There was one very bright star low in the sky.

Sten liked this star best.

It had a warm colour, like the sun before it goes down.

There was a long white cloud of stars across the middle of the sky.

It was not a real cloud.

It did not move like a cloud.

It was a river of small lights.

Sten called it the Star River.

He looked at the Star River for a long time.

He thought about the water in his own valley.

His river ran to the north.

This river of stars ran across the sky.

Where did it go?

Sten did not know.

An animal called from the dark trees.

It was a soft sound, not an angry sound.

Sten was not afraid.

At night the valley was quiet and safe.

The big meat eaters slept at night, and the small ones did not hurt him.

Time passed.

The stars moved.

Sten saw this many nights ago, and it was still strange to him.

The star over the tall tree was now over the rock.

The Star River turned a little.

But one star did not move.

It was in the north.

It was not the biggest star, and it was not the brightest star.

But it never moved.

Sten watched it for many nights.

All the other stars turned around it, slowly, like water around a stone.

This star stayed.

"Why do you stay?"

Sten asked the star.

The star said nothing.

Sten put his head on his front legs.

The sky turned above him.

He was warm and happy.

Slowly, the black sky in the east turned grey.

It was morning.

Sten stood up.

He walked down the path.

He came back to the group.

Everyone was still asleep.

He lay down next to his mother and closed his eyes.

The sun came up.

The group woke up.

Sten did not wake up.

"Look at Sten," said a young Stegosaurus.

His name was Bo.

Bo was the biggest young one in the group.

He was strong and he was fast.

"The sun is up and he is still asleep."

Bo walked to Sten.

He put his head down near Sten's ear.

"SToooooop!" he called.

It was the loudest call he could make.

Sten opened his eyes.

"What? What is it?"

"Nothing," Bo said.

"It is only the morning. But you do not know about the morning, Sten. You are always asleep."

The other young ones laughed.

Sten looked at the ground.

He said nothing.

"Come and eat with us," Bo said.

"Or are you too tired to eat?"

"I am tired," Sten said.

"You are always tired! What do you do all night? Do you run? Do you fight? No. You sleep at night and you sleep in the day. You are half asleep and half awake, all your life."

Bo turned and walked away.

The other young ones went with him.

They ran down to the river.

Sten stood alone under the tree.

One young Stegosaurus did not go with Bo.

Her name was Mila.

She was quiet, like Sten.

She walked to him slowly.

"Do not listen to Bo," she said.

"Bo is right," Sten said.

"I am always tired."

"Are you ill?"

Mila asked.

"My mother says you do not eat enough."

"I am not ill."

"Then why are you tired?"

Sten opened his mouth.

He wanted to tell her.

He wanted to say: I go up the round hill at night.

I look at the stars.

There is a river of lights in the sky, and one star that never moves.

But then he thought: she will laugh.

Bo will hear, and Bo will laugh too.

They will say, "Sten sits on a rock all night and looks at nothing."

"I do not know," Sten said.

"I am just tired."

Mila looked at him.

She did not believe him.

But she was a kind animal, and she did not ask again.

"Come and eat," she said.

"The new ferns are very good this morning."

They walked down to the river together.

Sten ate a little.

The ferns were soft and sweet.

Then the sun came over the trees and the day got hot, and his eyes began to close.

"Sten," Mila said.

But he was asleep on his feet.

Mila stayed near him all morning.

Small flies came, and she moved them away with her tail.

She looked at his big plates.

They were beautiful in the sun, tall and red and strong.

"You are a strange one," she said quietly.

"But you are not lazy. I do not think you are lazy."

Sten did not hear her.

He was far away, in a dark blue sky full of lights.

That night, Sten went up the path again.

The moon was small.

The sky was very dark, and so the stars were very bright.

Sten was happy.

Dark nights were the best nights.

He came to the top of the round hill.

Then he stopped.

There was somebody on his hill.

A big Stegosaurus stood on the rock.

He was very big and very old.

His skin was grey and hard, like old wood.

Two of his back plates were broken.

One spike on his tail was gone.

He stood without moving and he looked at the sky.

Sten knew him.

His name was Ren.

Ren was the oldest animal in the group.

He did not walk with the others.

He ate alone at the south end of the valley.

Young ones were afraid of him, because he was so big and so quiet.

Sten wanted to run away.

But Ren turned his head.

"Come here, young one," Ren said.

His voice was low and slow.

Sten came.

His legs were not happy about it, but he came.

"You are Sten," Ren said.

"Yes."

"You come here every night."

Sten's heart was fast.

"How do you know?"

"Because I come here every night too," Ren said.

"I come before you. I sit over there, by the big rock. I watch you count."

Sten did not know what to say.

Then he said, "Do you look at the stars too?"

"I looked at them for many, many years," Ren said.

"Before your mother was born. Before her mother was born."

Sten came closer.

"Then you can tell me things," he said.

"Nobody in the valley can tell me things. Nobody wants to talk about the sky."

"That is true," Ren said.

"They look at the ground. There are ferns on the ground, and water. There is nothing in the sky to eat. So they do not look up."

"But it is beautiful," Sten said.

"Yes," said Ren.

"And it is more than beautiful. It is useful."

Sten did not understand.

"Useful?"

Ren looked down at him.

"Sit," he said.

"The night is long. I will show you."

They sat together on the warm rock, the old one and the young one.

Their plates stood up dark against the stars, one line of big plates and one line of very big plates.

"First," Ren said, "look at the star in the north. Do you see it?"

"Yes! I know that one," Sten said.

"It never moves."

Ren was quiet for a moment.

Then he said, "Good. That is right. You are the first young one in fifty years to see that."

Sten felt warm inside.

Nobody said "good" to him about anything.

"That star is the still star," Ren said.

"All the sky turns, but it stays. And it always stays over the same place on the ground. It stays over the north."

"Always?"

"Always. In summer and in winter. When there is rain and when there is no rain. If you can see that star, you can never be lost."

Sten looked up at the small quiet star in the north.

It did not look important.

But now it looked different to him.

After that night, Sten went to the round hill every night, and Ren was always there.

Ren taught him the sky.

"The stars are not the same all year," Ren said.

"Look at the east. Do you see those four bright stars, in a square?"

"Yes."

"When they come up in the evening, the cold time is near. The ferns will turn brown. The river will run slow. It happens every year, and the stars tell you first."

Sten looked at the four stars.

"They tell you first," he said quietly.

"The sky is a very old animal," Ren said.

"It does the same thing again and again. It never forgets."

Some nights they talked.

Some nights they said nothing at all, and only watched.

Sten liked those nights too.

Ren showed him the red star that moved.

"That one is not like the others," Ren said.

"It walks. In the spring it is over the west hill. Now it is here, over the river. It goes slowly, but it goes."

"Where does it go?"

"I do not know," Ren said.

"I am old, but I am not that old."

Sten laughed.

It was the first time he laughed on the hill.

Ren showed him the Star River.

"You call it the Star River," Ren said.

"That is a good name. I call it the same. It stands up in the middle of the summer nights. In the cold time it lies down near the ground."

"Is there water in it?"

"No," Ren said.

"There are only lights. Many, many small lights. When you look with care, the white cloud breaks into little stars. Try."

Sten looked with all his eyes.

And it was true.

The white cloud was not a cloud.

It was a thousand small lights, close together.

"Oh," he said.

And then he said nothing for a long time.

Ren also showed him things that were not stars.

"When the sky has no stars, look at the wind," Ren said.

"A wind from the sea brings rain. A wind from the hills brings cold. And when the moon has a ring around it, there will be rain in two days."

"How do you know all this?"

"I looked," Ren said.

"For a long time. That is all. Anybody can do it. But nobody wants to do it, because you must be awake at night, and then you are tired in the day. And then the group says you are lazy."

Sten put his head down.

"They say that to me."

"They said it to me too," Ren said.

"For sixty years."

"Does it stop?"

"No," said Ren.

"But it stops being important."

The weeks passed.

The nights got warmer.

The four bright stars in the square went away, and new stars came.

Sten learned them all.

He learned the sky like the other young ones learned the paths of the valley.

And every day he slept under his tree, with his big plates making a long shadow on the ground, and Bo laughed at him, and Mila stayed near and moved the flies away with her tail.

Then the rain stopped coming.

At first, nobody was worried.

It was summer.

In summer there was less rain.

That was normal.

But one week passed, and then two weeks, and then a month.

The sky was blue every day.

There were no clouds at all.

The river got smaller.

The water was not clear now.

It was brown and slow.

Stones came up out of the water.

Soon there were more stones than water.

The ferns turned yellow.

Then they turned brown.

They broke under the feet of the group.

The Stegosaurus walked further every day to find food.

They walked to the north end of the valley, and then to the south end.

They ate the low leaves of the trees.

They ate hard old plants.

They were hungry.

The babies cried.

The old ones got thin.

One evening, the group stood together by the small brown river.

They talked.

"We must leave the valley," said Sten's mother.

"And go where?" said Bo's father.

He was a big male with dark plates.

"There is another valley," said an old female.

"It is over the hills, to the north. There is a big lake there. My mother took us there when I was young. There was rain all year."

"How far?"

"Three days. Maybe four."

The group was quiet.

Three days was a long way.

Between the two valleys there was open land.

There were no trees there, and no water, and no place to hide.

"There are meat eaters on the open land," said Bo's father.

"There are meat eaters here too," said Sten's mother.

"And here there is no food."

They talked for a long time.

In the end they decided.

They would walk to the north valley.

They would leave in the morning.

That night, Sten went up the round hill.

Ren was there.

"They will leave in the morning," Sten said.

"I know," said Ren.

"Will you come?"

Ren was quiet.

"I am very old," he said.

"My legs are not good. Three days on the open land is a long walk for me."

"You must come," Sten said.

"Please."

Ren looked at him for a moment.

Then he said, "I will try."

They looked at the sky together.

The still star was in the north, small and quiet.

"Sten," Ren said.

"Look at the north star. Look at it well. Under that star, there is the north valley."

"Under that star?"

"The old female is right. The valley is to the north. So if you walk to the still star, you walk to the valley. Always. Do you understand?"

Sten looked up.

Under the star there was the black line of the hills, and behind them, somewhere, water and green ferns.

"Yes," he said.

"I understand."

"Good," said Ren.

"Remember it. It may be useful."

Then he stood up slowly, and they walked down the hill together in the dark, and Sten did not sleep at all that night.

They left the valley in the morning.

There were twenty-three Stegosaurus.

There were the big males in front and at the back.

There were the mothers in the middle with the babies.

There were the young ones.

And at the very back, slow and grey, there was Ren.

They went up the north path.

They came over the top of the hills.

And then they saw the open land.

It was flat and wide and yellow.

There were low dry plants and grey stones.

There were no trees.

Far away, at the end of the world, there were some low blue hills.

"That is the place," said Bo's father.

"We must go there."

They walked down onto the open land.

The first day was hard.

The sun was very strong.

There was no shadow anywhere.

The ground was hot under their feet.

The dust came up and got in their eyes and their mouths.

They walked all morning.

They walked all afternoon.

The blue hills did not get any closer.

The babies stopped and cried.

The mothers pushed them with their heads and made them walk again.

Sten walked in the middle of the group.

And a strange thing happened: Sten was not tired.

The other young ones were tired.

Bo walked with his head down and his mouth open.

But Sten walked easily.

His eyes were open.

He looked at everything.

"Why are you not tired?"

Mila asked him.

Her voice was dry.

"I do not know," Sten said.

But he did know.

He slept all day, every day, for two years.

His body did not want to sleep now.

And the heat did not hurt him so much, because his big plates stood up in the wind and made him cool.

That evening they stopped.

There was no water.

The group lay down on the hard ground.

Ren came in very late.

He was two hours behind the others.

His legs shook.

Sten went to him.

"Are you all right?"

"I can walk," Ren said.

"That is enough."

The night came.

It was cool and clear.

Sten looked up.

There was the still star in the north, exactly over the blue hills.

The second day was worse.

The sun came up early and it was hot by the middle of the morning.

One old female could not stand up.

Her family stayed with her for an hour.

Then she stood up, slowly, and walked.

At the middle of the day the group stopped.

They could not walk in that heat.

They stood together with their heads down.

Nobody talked.

The air over the ground moved and shook.

They lost three hours.

Then they walked again in the afternoon, but they were slow.

That evening, they were tired and afraid.

They had no water for two days.

The blue hills were closer now, but not close enough.

"One more day," said Bo's father.

"Maybe two."

"The babies cannot do two more days," said Sten's mother.

"Not like this."

Nobody had an answer.

Then a small voice said, "We should walk at night."

Everybody turned.

It was Sten.

"What did you say?" said Bo's father.

Sten was afraid.

All the big ones looked at him.

But he thought about the babies, and he opened his mouth again.

"We should walk at night," he said.

"It is cool at night. The ground is cool too. We can walk for many hours and we will not be so thirsty. Then we can rest in the day."

"Rest where?" said Bo's father.

"There is no shadow."

"We can rest together," Sten said.

"The big ones can stand around the babies. Their bodies will make shadow. And in the day we do not walk, so we do not need much water."

The group was quiet.

Then Bo laughed.

"Sten wants us to sleep in the day," he said.

"Of course he does! He sleeps all day. He wants everybody to be like him."

Some of the others laughed too.

"And who will find the way in the dark?" said Bo's father.

"At night we cannot see the hills. We will walk in a circle. We will lose two days, and then we will die out here."

"I can find the way," Sten said.

Now nobody laughed.

They only looked at him.

"You?" said Bo's father.

"There is a star in the north," Sten said.

"It never moves. It is always over the north. The valley is in the north. If we walk to that star, we walk to the valley. We cannot get lost."

"That is not true," said Bo.

"Stars move. Everybody knows that. They go across the sky like the sun."

"Most of them do," Sten said.

"That one does not."

"How do you know?"

Sten looked at the ground.

Then he looked up again.

"Because I look at the sky every night," he said.

"Every night, for two years. That is why I am tired in the day. That is what I do. I sit on the round hill and I look at the stars, and I know them, and I know that one does not move."

Nobody said anything.

Then a big grey shape came slowly out of the dark.

It was Ren.

"He is right," Ren said.

The group turned to him.

Ren did not often speak.

"I taught him," Ren said.

"And an old female taught me, sixty years ago, and somebody taught her. The still star is in the north. It was there when I was young. It will be there when your babies are old. He is right."

Bo's father looked at the sky, and then at Ren, and then at Sten.

"We have no water," he said slowly.

"The babies cannot walk in the sun. We must try something."

He turned to the group.

"We walk tonight," he said.

Mila came to Sten in the dark.

She pushed her head against his side, gently.

"The round hill," she said.

"Two years. And you never told me."

"I thought you would laugh."

"I will never laugh at you again," Mila said.

"Now go and find your star."

They began to walk when the sky was dark.

Sten stood at the front.

It was strange.

He was the smallest young one in the group, and now twenty-two Stegosaurus walked behind him.

He looked up and found the still star.

It was low in the north, over the black line of the hills.

"That way," he said.

They walked.

The night was cool and quiet.

The dust did not come up so much.

The ground under their feet was cold now.

Nobody was hot.

Nobody was thirsty.

The babies stopped crying, and after an hour they walked well and did not stop.

Sten looked up every few minutes.

The star was there.

He walked to it.

Behind him, the group was silent.

But it was a different silence.

In the day the silence was tired and afraid.

Now it was calm.

Mila walked next to him.

"Look at the sky," Sten said quietly.

"Do you see the white cloud, there, across the middle?"

"Yes."

"It is not a cloud. It is small stars. Very many small stars."

Mila looked up for a long time.

"Oh," she said.

Sten smiled.

That was what he said too, the first time.

They walked for hours.

The sky turned slowly around the still star, but the still star did not move, and Sten went on.

Then, near the middle of the night, there was a call from the back of the group.

"Bo! Where is Bo?"

Everybody stopped.

Bo was not there.

Nobody could remember when they last saw him.

He walked at the back, and he was tired, and it was very dark.

Bo's father called into the night.

There was no answer.

"He went the wrong way," said Sten's mother.

"In the dark, you cannot see the group. You go a little to the left, and then a little more, and then you are alone."

"We must all go back and look," said Bo's father.

"No," said Ren.

"If we all go back, we will lose the way, and then we will lose everybody."

"Then what?"

Sten was already looking at the sky.

"He is behind us," he said, "and he went to the left or the right. He will walk with his head down. He will not look up."

He thought for a moment.

"I will go. Alone. I can find you all again, because I have the star. I will walk back with the star behind me, and then I will walk to it again to come back. I will not get lost."

"You are a young one," said Bo's father.

"I am the only one who can come back," Sten said.

Bo's father looked at him.

Then he moved out of the way.

Sten turned.

He put the still star at his tail and he walked into the dark.

Sten walked back over the cold ground.

He called Bo's name.

He listened.

He called again.

He walked to the left of their path, and then further to the left.

The night was very big around him.

He was a small animal in the middle of a very big dark place.

But he was not afraid, because the sky was over him and he knew the sky.

He called again.

And then, far away, there was an answer.

Sten found him under a low grey rock.

Bo sat on the ground.

His head was down.

His legs shook.

"I could not see you," Bo said.

"I called and called. Nobody came. I did not know which way to walk. Every way is the same in the dark."

"Not every way," Sten said.

He put his head next to Bo's head, and he looked up.

"Look," he said.

"There. The small star, over that rock. That is the north. That is our way."

Bo looked up.

For a long time he said nothing.

Then he said, in a very small voice, "I am sorry, Sten."

"It does not matter."

"It does. I said you were half asleep all your life."

"I was," said Sten.

"In the day."

Bo made a sound that was almost a laugh.

They stood up together.

Sten put the still star in front of him, and the two young Stegosaurus walked north through the dark, side by side, until they saw the shapes of their group in the starlight.

They walked all night.

When the sky in the east turned grey, the low hills were not blue and far away any more.

They were close, and they were green.

The group came over the last hill in the early morning light.

Below them there was a wide valley.

There was a lake in it, big and quiet and silver.

There were tall trees along the water and green ferns under the trees.

Nobody spoke.

Then all twenty-three Stegosaurus walked down to the water and drank.

They stayed in that valley.

The rain came there, and the ferns grew all year, and the babies got fat and strong.

Sten still slept in the day.

He found a place under a tall tree by the lake, and every day he put his head down on the cool ground and his big plates made a long shadow, and small animals came and sat in it.

But now, when a young one asked, "Why does Sten sleep all day?" an old one answered, "Because he works at night."

There was a low round hill above the lake.

Sten went up there every night.

Ren went with him, slowly, while his legs still carried him.

Then, after a time, Ren did not come any more, and Sten went alone, and he sat on the same warm rock and looked at the same quiet star in the north and thought about his friend.

But he was not alone for long.

One night Mila came.

Then Bo came.

Then two of the babies came, and their mother came to bring them home and stayed until morning.

And on clear nights, on the round hill above the lake, there was a line of Stegosaurus sitting quietly in the dark with their plates standing up against the sky, all of them looking up, while the whole world turned slowly around one small star that never moved.