At the restored Prehistoric side of the Dragon's Valley, Flat Tofu Cookie leaned over the intense, bubbling surface of the stock lake. It was meant to show him visions of prosperity or peril.

“Great Ancestors,” he whispered, voice rising in an anxious plea, “Will the freshly hatched banana dinosaurs be fat and healthy? Or will the ground split and swallow our precious Soup!” He began to spin and rattle his staff, trying to shake the omens loose.