The Ice Age: When Mammoths Roamed

Giant woolly mammoths wander across the sparkling ice. They shake snow from their shaggy coats under a pale, gentle sun.

One morning, a warm breeze whispers across the glaciers. It carries the sweet, fresh scent of hidden green grass.

With trunks raised high, the mammoths sniff the sweet air. Together, they take their first steps toward the mysterious warm valley.

Soon, a fierce blizzard begins to howl, wrapping the world in white. The brave mammoths march forward into the swirling snow.

Mighty trunks sweep away deep snowdrifts to clear a path. Older mammoths help the little calves climb up the slippery slopes.

The herd enters a deep, quiet canyon where towering walls of blue ice rise up to meet the sky.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the canyon. A giant wall of ice crashes down, blocking their path forward!

The mammoths gather before the icy wall, undeterred. They press their mighty tusks against the heavy blocks of ice.

With a mighty heave, the herd pushes together. The heavy ice blocks slide and tumble aside, clearing their way forward.

Stepping through the cleared path, the mammoths leave the stormy canyon behind. Warm sunshine begins to kiss their shaggy faces.

At the edge of the snowy ridge, the herd looks down in wonder. A beautiful green valley stretches out below them.

They step into the warm, golden valley, nuzzling each other happily. Together, their strong hearts can overcome any winter storm.