Reply To: The Land Before Time XVII: The Threehorn Gathering
CHAPTER THREE: BAMBO
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“Are you all right Cera?” Tria asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. That creep hurt me.” she grumbled.
“Yes, he’s been a bully since he was a kid. He always picked on me. It never stopped.” said Tryus.
“So, er, Papa, what bring you to the Great Valley? You’re not fond of the kinds being together, so I find this rather surprising.” said Tria.
“Ah, yes, should have mentioned that sooner. They’re having the Threehorn Gathering here this cold time.” said Tryus.
“The what?” asked Cera.
“The Threehorn Gathering is a toughness contest for Threehorns. They come from all around to be compete to be known as the toughest.” said Topps.
“Yes, I still find it annoying that you lost to Prong in the Threehorn Gathering many cold times ago.” said Tryus.
“I won’t this time!” said Topps boldly.
“Let’s hope not.” said Tryus with a hint of “or else I’ll be disappointed again” in his tone of voice.
“I hope you get Angus this time. He got you last time.” said Topps.
Tryus was still embarrassed about that. “This time round, I’m gonna knock him a few cold times into the future, where, of course, I’ll beat him there too.” said Tryus boldly.
“I’ll bet I can kick tush in this Threehorn Gathering!” said Cera, smirking.
“I doubt a girl can win!” came a voice.
Cera looked around, trying to find who dared to say such a thing. She saw a silver Threehorn boy of about her age. He had brown eyes. Like her, he was cocky and had a “better than thou” attitude, except, in his case, it was five times as bad as hers. “Oh yeah!” she said, air angrily coming out of her nostrils. She began to run in place, digging in her heels, about to charge.
“Bring it girly!” he said, sticking his tongue out at her in defiance. He too began to run in place, as if to charge. This only further infuriated Cera.
“What’s your name wise guy?” asked Cera, a tone of fury in her voice.
“Bambo. What’s yours tough girl?” he asked, a tone of superiority in his voice.
“Cera.” she said, a tone of defiance in her voice. She began to move faster.
“Ut oh. This going to get ugly!” said Petrie, covering his eyes.
The two charged. Topps and Tryus gazed at the confrontation eagerly. “Get him Cera.” said Topps. “Kick his tush!” said Tryus. Tria shook her head. Cera got her personality from her father, that was for sure.
WHAM! The two collided. It seemed to be a stalemate. “You’re tougher than I thought girly!” said Bambo, impressed.
Cera was furious. “Stop calling me ‘girly’!” she fumed. She began to push Bambo forward.
“Not bad. For a girl.” said Bambo.
“Now he do it!” said Petrie, who knew how much trouble Bambo was going to be in. Petrie still had his eyes covered.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Cera rammed him right over. He fell to the ground.
“Yeah, not bad for a girl.” said Cera, walking off, a tone of triumph in her voice. Bambo slowly got up. He tried to sneak up on her.
“Cera, look out!” yelled Littlefoot.
Cera turned around, bared her horns, and stood her ground. He ran right into her. He fell, as she had firmly rooted herself. “Hmmpppph!’ she said, thumbing her nose up in the air.
“That’s my granddaughter.” said Tryus admiringly. Tria shook her head.
“I’d like to be in this cold time’s Threehorn Gathering.” said Cera. She had grand images in her head of being known as the toughest Threehorn of her age group. “And here’s Cera, the winner of this cold time’s Threehorn Gathering.” said an imaginary Threehorn. Cera smirked at Littlefoot. Many Threehorns were chanting “Cera! Cera! Cera! Cera!” Bambo spoke and her thoughts were brought back suddenly to reality.
“Yes, I’m in it too. I’m going to get you there. We cannot have a girl win after all.” said Bambo.
“I wouldn’t doubt Cera if I were you.” said Littlefoot warningly.
“Nobody asked your input, Flathead!” snapped Bambo.
Though Cera had called Littlefoot a Flathead on a few occasions herself, she now glared at Bambo. “Take it back!” she said angrily, again blowing air out of her nostrils.
“No!” shouted Bambo defiantly. Cera rammed him. However, this time he was ready and got her down. “Told you that a girl cannot win!’ said Bambo, this time smirking with a look of triumph.
“We’ll see about that!” said Cera defiantly.
“Come along Bambo.” said Bambo’s mother.
Bambo stuck his tongue out at Cera as he left. Cera retaliated by blowing a raspberry at him as he left.
“I’ll show him!” Cera vowed angrily.
“Can me open me eyes now?” Petrie asked.
