With a huge smile Gus said, “This is the place.”

"Yippie - Hooray!" cried everyone.

They all stumbled out of Gus and looked around.

“This is the perfect place to set up camp,” said Captain Pete. “It’s a nice camping area with a fireplace, a spot for the tent and shady trees to keep away the hot sun.”

Everyone helped to set up camp.

“I wonder what this place is called?” asked Harry curiously.

“Bundjalung National Park,” said Captain Pete.

“The sea is right over there,” said Harry, pointing towards it down the track.

Mudpoo’s eyes lit up, “Can we go?” asked Harry and Mudpoo, jumping together with joy.

Everyone (except Gus) walked to the beach. It was a beautiful beach with lots of sand and strange shells, sticks and seaweed. Mudpoo loved the beach and he loved finding things. He would walk slowly, carefully studying everything.

“Hurry up Mudpoo,” yelled Harry, as he was so keen to see what he could find further up the beach. Captain Pete, Liz and Harry scrambled through the rocks.

Mudpoo was busy, carefully selecting every shell he wanted to keep. He always found the best shells.

He was so busy studying his seashells that he didn't notice that the rock he was standing on began to move.

Maybe it wasn’t a rock?

A million years ago a baby Triceratops had fallen asleep and as Mudpoo walked on its back, he woke it up.

Mudpoo wasn’t afraid; he knew that a Triceratops was a friendly dinosaur.

Harry, Liz and Captain Pete were in so much of a hurry to explore, that Mudpoo was a small spot far away waving to them.

“We’d better go back to him,” said Captain Pete looking a little concerned.

As Harry and Captain Pete came up close to Mudpoo he yelled; "Look, I'm sitting on a Triceratops!"

The baby Triceratops didn’t want to be seen, so it remembered what it had been doing to hide for over a million years and went back to sleep, looking like a rock again.

“That’s not a Triceratops, that’s a rock,” said Harry.

“Hmmm, but it certainly looks like a Triceratops shaped rock,” said Captain Pete.

Mudpoo smiled.

Perhaps if you go there one day the Triceratops will be there, sleeping, waiting . . . for someone like you to wake him up!