Reply To: The Land Before Time XV: The Friendly Sharptooth Flyer
CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE FLYER AND THE SHARP BEAK
“What you want talk about? Why you come to Great Valley? Did you plan to eat us?” Petrie asked, still skeptical of Ptero.
“No, I left my Mother. She kept making me hunt things. I’m not fond of that.” Ptero replied. Petrie was confused about this.
“Mother never lets me be me. She always runs my life. I had to get away.” Ptero continued. “I’m never good enough. I’ve always got to improve. I never got to play with the other children.”
“That why you cry?” asked Petrie. Ptero nodded.
“Me no know that Sharpteeth could cry.” Petrie said.
“Yes, we most certainly can.” replied Ptero.
“That pack looking for you?” Petrie asked. Ptero again nodded.
“Yes, Mother is extremely protective of me. She is the leader of that pack and expects me to be the new leader after her. My Dad was killed by Flatteeth because he was a Sharptooth. Mother says that I must be a great Sharp Beak King or I’ll let Dad down.” Ptero answered.
“That awful. Me know what it like to lose a dad.” Petrie said.
“I just want to be Ptero, but my mother wants me to be the Sharp Beak King. Every time I question her, it’s ‘Listen to mother!’ and ‘Don’t let your dad down!’. I never got to have fun.” Ptero lamented.
“Me here if you need to talk.” said Petrie.
“Thanks.” said Ptero.
♪Sometimes you no know what to do.
You know that you just want to be you.
To yourself you want to be true. ♪ sang Petrie.
♪I just want to be me.
What that is I don’t quite know exactly.
I wish Mother could see.
I wish she’d stop trying to control my destiny. ♪ sang Ptero.
♪When all you do is not enough.
When they make your life rough.
You realize that in end.
You are you own greatest friend. ♪ sang Petrie.
♪Oh wonderful horizons could spread out in front of me.
If only myself I were allowed to be.
I just want to be happy.
I just want to be free. ♪ sang Ptero.
♪Every expectation set before you feel like a pain.
All they expect of you is like big heavy chain. ♪ sang Petrie.
♪I just want to be me.
I just want to be free. ♪ sang Ptero.
♪You just need to be you. ♪ they both sang, finishing the song.
A short time after they finished singing, they heard a noise. “What that?” asked Petrie.
Ptero looked. With his great eyesight, he could see a bunch of flying figures getting nearer and nearer.
He realized with horror that it was his pack. Ptero grabbed Petrie and pulled him into a small hole in the side of the mountain.
“What you….?” asked Petrie in alarm, who didn’t yet realize the danger. Ptero grabbed Petrie’s mouth and held it shut.
“It’s my pack. Put this on us! Quick!” said Ptero. He grabbed leaves, which had been nearby, and threw them over himself and Petrie.
Agatha came nearby with her pack. “Who that?” Petrie whispered.
“My mother.” Ptero silently replied.
I thought I heard something. said Agatha to her second-in-command, Phil, a grey Ichthyornis with yellow eyes.
I don’t see anything. Perhaps it was just the wind. Phil replied.
It might be Ptero. We still haven’t found him. said Agatha.
The two searched and Ptero and Petrie were nervous, hoping that they wouldn’t be found.
There’s nothing here. said Phil, looking into the crevice and spotting the leaves, not realizing that Petrie and Ptero were behind them. The two Sharp Beaks left.
“That close!” said Petrie, wiping sweat from his forehead in relief.
“I’ll say.” said Ptero.
The two decided that they could trust each other. Petrie thought that Ptero didn’t seem like an evil Sharp Beak and Pero decided that Petrie didn’t seem like an evil Flattooth. “I’m going to go back with you Petrie, that is, if you still want me.” said Ptero. Petrie nodded.
“Me’d like to get back to bed.” commented Petrie.
“Petrie, could you please not tell anyone what I am?” Ptero asked.
“But me think they love you.” countered Petrie.
“They love Ptero the Flattooth, not Ptero the Sharptooth.” replied Ptero.
“You no try and hurt Petrie. Me think that be good enough for them.” countered Petrie.
“Petrie, please!” begged Ptero.
“All right. Me no tell.” promised Petrie.
“Good man.” said Ptero.
The two went back to the Great Valley and silently crept back into the nest and went to sleep. It had been an eventful night for both of them.
