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CHAPTER TWO: THE FANGED FLATTOOTH
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There was one dinosaur out there who was not good. He was, indeed, a bigger monster, than the dreaded Sharpteeth. One wouldn’t know this by his appearance. But he was a monster indeed. He was the Fanged Flattooth . He was wicked to the core.
He was a Bothtooth. He actually admired Sharpteeth, though he thought them inferior. While most Bothteeth would probably only eat clams and things like that, if they ate meat at all, he was different. The thrill of the chase. Watching your prey die, it amused him. He loved the taste of blood. He even liked Sweet Bubbles so much because it reminded him of blood. Yes, he was a Sharptooth inside, in the darkest sense.
“We are special son.” his father had told him. “Why?” he had asked. “You see, we are neither Sharpteeth nor Flatteeth.” his father had said. “Yes, I’ve noticed. We’re both.” he had said. “Precisely.” his father had said. “We can survive the changes that are affecting the rest of the world. Our kind can switch diets while the others will perish. Perhaps we can come in time to help the others, but it seems that fate has decreed that our kind should be the ones in charge. Even if the others die out, we stand the best chance of staying around. As such, we need to make sure that we have as much power over the other kinds as possible so that, if the others don’t hold up, we can take over.” his father had said.
He liked the idea. However, right before he had come of age, his father and mother, involved in a local feud, had perished. He had avenged their deaths, of course. However, there was still their plan. It looked like he would have to take it upon himself to bring in the Bothtooth New World Order.
He would need Sharpteeth to begin his conquest. Flatteeth henchmen, at least to start out, wouldn’t do. He would start by practicing misdirecting leaf eaters by using his leaf eater speaking ability. This would help him for later when he would take over many places, including, he hoped someday, the Great Valley itself. He was of the special kind after all and could speak both Sharptooth and Flattooth.
It was the time of the Leaf Famine. Leaf Eaters were dying. As the Flatteeth were dying, he saw that Sharpteeth, who hunted the Flatteeth, were also dying from the terrible changes in the Flattooth population. He wasn’t affected as much. He could eat meat and plants of such great variety, and even could eat eggs. It was this famine that helped reinforce the idea his parents had put in his head that Bothteeth like him should be in charge. After all, they could lead the world in terrible times such as this.
However, the Fanged Flattooth also knew that the Leaf Famine wouldn’t last. And there was the Great Valley. It was indeed wonderful there, but also a problem. Such a place could hold a lot of Flatteeth through a famine. But if he controlled it, then he could bring the Flatteeth, in time, to their knees.
Getting control of the leaves though, would involve lies, trickery, and, at times, sheer brute force. He was fine with all three.
He found a very promising accomplice. One simply known as “Sharptooth” by the local leaf eaters. Sharptooth and his brother Red Claw had been thrown out of the Valley of Sharpteeth after challenging the leader. They had a beef both against them and the Great Valley. Sharptooth would be most useful in his plan. Perhaps the two could soon break into the Great Valley and begin the conquest of the Flattooth world, and, by design, Sharpteeth too. They could use this famine to help manage their sinister purposes, hoping in time to control the food supply.
