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CHAPTER ONE: GOING INTO THE MYSTERIOUS BEYOND
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Thirteen years later, Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Ptero, and Guido were in the Great Valley together. Ptero had been adopted by Petrie’s family after the death of his evil mother. He was half-Sharptooth and half-Flattooth. Guido, meanwhile, was a Glider. He was kind of dorky but was pleasant to be around.
The group of them had agreed to go to the Desert Oasis, an area that was surrounded by many canyons and was in the dessert area of the Mysterious Beyond between the Great Valley and the Land of Mists. It wasn’t too far out. It had a special kind of Tree Sweet that the Great Valley didn’t have. Grandpa Longneck had gotten them some a while back and they loved it and wanted to get some for themselves.
Littlefoot realized that today was the 13th anniversary to the day that they had found Chomper. They didn’t know what he was like now and could only hope for the best. It had been exactly 13 cold times ago that he and his four main friends had found the young Sharptooth and hatched him.
Chomper was out in the Mysterious Beyond in an area that, over the last several cold times, had seen an increase in dangerous Sharpteeth. As Chomper appeared to be content to be in that area, it seemed too risky to go visit him for his thirteenth Hatch Day.
“Littlefoot, are you sure you want to go out there? You could be hurt by Sharpteeth.” asked Grandma Longneck.
“I’m now old enough to go out there on my own. You said I could after my 18th Hatch Day.” said Littlefoot. He didn’t come of age till his 25th Hatch Day, but finally the grown-ups were treating him more grown up.
“Ok, be safe.” said Grandpa Longneck.
She watched them leave. “Think they’ll be safe?” she asked Grandpa Longneck.
“They are now old enough to head out there on their own for the day. We promised them, remember?” Grandpa Longneck reminded her.
“Yes dear, but I still worry about them.” replied Grandma Longneck.
“I do too, but I have to let them grow up.” said Grandpa Longneck. The two nodded.
“I love you.” said Grandma Longneck to him. She smiled and kissed her.
“I love you too.” he replied.
The group of teens, meanwhile, left the Great Valley and went out into the Mysterious Beyond. It was about midday by this point and it was muggy. The group had drank water before leaving so that they wouldn’t be thirsty in the desert.
“I’m glad the grownups let us go on our own out here finally. It’s great to not be treated like a baby.” Cera commented.
“I hope we don’t meet any Sharpteeth. It would be just our luck.” said Guido.
“Well, we do have one guard against that.” said Ptero, flying beside Guido.
“What?” asked Guido.
“I can speak Sharptooth. I can misdirect them.” answered Ptero.
“I really hope we do not meet any. Oh no, no, no.” said Ducky.
“We’re safer together than apart. Sharpteeth love to go for lone targets.” said Ptero, who had seen that firsthand when he had lived with Sharp Beaks for years.
They went out and traveled without hassle for a few hours. About an hour from the Desert Oasis, however, they ran into a bit of trouble. Ptero saw it first. “Two Claws.” he whispered.
It was a Tarborsaurus Pack. They began sniffing for the kids. “Hide, I’ll misdirect them.” Ptero told the others. The group moved behind some boulders. They hoped Ptero could mislead the Sharpteeth as they were quite vulnerable out here in the desert.
Were you looking for a bunch of Flatteeth? Ptero asked them in Sharptooth.
Yes, I smell Longneck, Swimmer, Threehorn, Spiketail, Flyer, and Glider. said the Tarborsaurus leader, which was reddish-orange colored and had scary yellow eyes. What do you know about it, Sharp Beak? he asked rather contemptuously. Ptero realized that he was for pack segregation and since Ptero wasn’t a Two Claw, the leader thought him inferior.
I saw them head that way. They were here a few minutes ago. You might be able to catch them. lied Ptero, pointing away from where Littlefoot and his friends were hiding.
Come on. Let’s get ourselves a snack. said the Tarborsaurus leader to his pack. They left.
“That should deal with them.” said Ptero.
“Thanks Ptero.” said the group.
“I get extra Tree Sweets for that.” replied Ptero. The group laughed.
Sometime later, they came to the Desert Oasis. They had their fill of the special Tree Sweets. Indeed, they probably had too much. They were feeling a bit sleepy. It was now getting later in the day.
“Let’s go back. We promised to be back by dark.” said Littlefoot. Overheard, the sun got blocked out by clouds.
“At least it is cooler.” said Cera, who had gotten really hot and sweaty from her travels to the Desert Oasis.
The wind picked up. “I hope this doesn’t stay like this long. I prefer less wind when I fly.” Guido commented.
As they left, more and more clouds came. The clouds were at first light grey, but soon turned darker. They didn’t know it yet, but the weather was going to turn for the worse, as was their luck.CHAPTER SIX: ORNI MEETS DUCKY
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Orni and her group snuck into the Cave of Many Voices that night. “Isn’t this the Great Valley, where there are a lot of Flatteeth of different kinds?” asked Otis.
“Yes, at least it’s not a Sharptooth Pack.” said Orni.
“Don’t mention Sharpteeth right now.” said Claudius. His voice echoed as he reached the echo room. “Hey, there’s a lot of me in here!” said Claudius, laughing. “Hello!” he said. His voice echoed back. “How are you?” he asked. His voice echoed back again. “I’d like to say that I….” he said.
WHACK! Orni shoved him over. “Imbecile! You are going to get us caught!” she snapped at him. A bunch of Orni voices echoed back, making Claudius even more frightened than he would have with just one voice, which was bad enough.
They heard someone coming. “Well, you’ve gotten us caught. Quickly, let’s go. And you can go last Claudius. If they are going to get one of us, it’s going to be you for your big mouth!” said Orni coldly. They all took off, Claudius trailing the rest of them.
“Hello, who is there? I will not hurt you, oh no, no, no.” came Ducky’s voice. it echoed throughout the place.
“Oh, that’s good, I thought you were one of them Flatteeth coming to…” said Claudius. WHACK! A rock, thrown by Orni, came and conked him in the head.
“You are so dumb!” groaned Orni. Claudius fell, the others leaving him behind.
“But Orni, he’s…” questioned one of the others. Orni glared at her. “He should be lucky that they aren’t Sharpteeth.” said Orni unfeelingly.
“Are you ok?” asked Ducky, seeing his silhouette.
“Yes, I’m fine.” said Claudius, still not sure what she was. “Don’t hurt me!” he pleaded.
“Oh, I will not hurt you. Oh no, no, no, I will not.” said Ducky. Claudius noticed that the Flattooth seemed to be kind. Maybe they would just chase him off and he’d escape bodily injury. He’d twisted his ankle before after being chased by irate Threehorns. He’d had to get out of there on his own that time, with no help from Orni of course.
Ducky laid eyes on Claudius. “Egg Stealer!” she yelled. Claudius saw that she was alone. Ducky turned to run to get the grownups. Claudius didn’t want others coming. He jumped on her and took her down to the ground. Ducky hit her head and was knocked out.
Meanwhile, Mama and Papa Swimmer could not find Ducky and it was getting late. “Her behavior is most unacceptable.” said Derrick, who was sore from being plowed over.
“I know, but she loves Spike. She cannot stand the thought of losing him.” said Papa Swimmer.
“Da-Ducky! Ducky!” Spike cried.
“We cannot find her tubby. Perhaps she doesn’t want to be found.” grumbled Derrick. Spike sighed at being called tubby. He went off looking for her, feeling bad about letting himself get overweight.
“Spike, come on, it’s getting dark. Ducky can just spend the night out there alone if she’s going to act like this.” said Ducky’s grumpy uncle.
“Come on now Phoebus, that’s really harsh. You should really lay up on a sad girl. Why I can recall how you behaved when we were at your cousin’s union ceremony and his mate was really reluctant to tie the knot. You went and said that she…” Ducky’s aunt began blabbing, per her usual self. They and the others went off to bed.
“Me worried about her.” said Petrie.
“Me too.” said Littlefoot.
“I hope she’s all right.” said Cera.
“You worry too much Cera.” said Tricia.
Meanwhile, Ducky came to. Orni and the others had come into the chamber at the request of Claudius. Orni told Claudius not to be seen.”Ah, what do we have here?” said Orni, coming next to Ducky.
“Where am I? Where did that Egg Stealer go?” asked Ducky, confused.
“Egg Stealer? Poor thing. You must have fallen asleep and had a bad Sleep Story.” said Orni sweetly.
Ducky wondered if she had indeed fallen asleep, for it was much darker out. They had taken her out of the echo room of the Cave of Many Voices. “My name is Ducky. I should be getting home now. I should. I should.” she said nervously, getting up. The others were ready to grab her to stop her, but Orni shook her head. They backed off, baffled.
“Ahh, what a cute thing you are.” said Orni, putting her face next to Ducky’s.
“Thank you…er…I think.” said Ducky very nervously.
“What should we do with her?” asked another Egg Stealer quietly to Orni.
Orni had thought of taking Ducky and throwing her off the Great Wall. After all, she might squeal. Orni stole eggs for a living. Knocking off a teenager wouldn’t bother her too much. However, she felt the faintest bit of pity for the poor Swimmer. The girl was cute and seemed really sweet. Sweeter than Orni had ever met. Also, killing the girl might bring trouble too. Orni decided her best bet was to win the girl to her side.
“You seem lost. It is nighttime.” said Orni.
“I am here to get away from that awful Derrick. He is my brother though I wish that he were not. And I am worried that I will lose my brother Spike. He is not really my brother but is a Spiketail. His aunt came and now I am worried that he will go with her and I will never see him again.” said Ducky, a tear in her eye. “What are you doing here?” Ducky asked suspiciously.
“Just looking around.” lied Orni.
“I should be getting back now. I should. I should.” said Ducky nervously. She was worried about what her family might be thinking.
“What should we do with her? She is a liability. I say we throw her into a gurgly pit or find a nice hungry Sharptooth or…?” whispered Otis to Orni. Orni shook her head. This confused the others, who knew that Orni was practically heartless. However, they had enough sense not to question her.
“Who are you?” Ducky asked Orni.
“My name is Orni.” said Orni.
“Aren’t you an Egg Stealer?” Ducky asked, for Orni looked like one.
“I don’t like eggs. I prefer other food.” replied Orni, a smile on her face. Orni rightly guessed that Ducky was gullible.
“Oh that is a relief. It is. It is.” said Ducky in relief.
“Having trouble with a pesky brother?” asked Orni.
“Yep, yep, yep, I am. I am. Derrick is the worst. He is. He is.” grumbled Ducky.
“Also, I heard you mention a Spiketail.” said Orni sweetly.
Claudius pinched himself. To see Orni act this sweetly seemed dreamlike. He wondered if she was up to something. Perhaps Orni planned to use Ducky. Claudius felt that Ducky was very sweet and thought it low of Orni to try and use her as a pawn. However, they wanted the eggs and Ducky might be their key to getting them.
“Yes, they might take him away from me.” said Ducky, tears dripping from her eyes.
“Aw, you poor dear.” said Orni, patting her on the back. “You and Spike could always run away.” suggested Orni.
“But I cannot survive in the Mysterious Beyond. Oh no, no, no.” said Ducky.
“You could. Orni would help you and Spike.” said Orni sweetly.
“We will?” asked Otis in shock. Orni kicked him out of Ducky’s line of sight. “Oh yeah, we will.” he said quickly, wincing in pain.
“Thank you.” said Ducky appreciatively. Ducky turned to go back home.
“Remember what I said. You can always come with me.” Orni called after her. Ducky left and went back home, lying down next to Spike and going to bed.
“You let her go.” whined Claudius.
“She doesn’t suspect us. And, if she leaves to go with us, we can have two captives. Plus, the little search for her will mean less attention on the nests.” said Orni.
Otis sighed. Orni was still her usual self. He kind of felt sorry for poor Ducky.
Ducky wondered how she could get Spike to stay. She recalled Orni’s offer to help her. She decided to go back and ask for help, so desperate was she.
Orni smirked and counted on her hands, moving down fingers. She had reached zero right as Ducky came into sight. “Told you.” she whispered to Prisci.
“Hello. I wanted to know what you could do to help with Spike. I do not want to leave the Great Valley and run away, but I do not want Spike to leave forever either.” said Ducky.
“Well dear, there could be a way. However, you’d have to break the rules.” said Orni.
“I do not know about this.” said Ducky uneasily.
“Look, you want to get rid of Spike’s aunt, don’t you?” asked Orni.
“Get rid of her? That is not a very nice thing to do! Oh no, no, no!” said Ducky.
“Do you want to keep your brother Spike or not?” asked Orni.
“I do. But Stella doesn’t seem so bad. And what could I do anyway? Stella wants to take him and mother said yes.” demurred Ducky.
“You’ve got to get your mother to not want to let Spike go with Stella.” Orni replied.
“How do I do that?” asked Ducky.
“You make her look bad.” Orni answered.
“I do not know. That does not seem very nice.” said Ducky skeptically.
♪ You have to do what is needed to get what you want.
Do all that you must
For in the grand scheme of things everything is just.
Whatever hesitation you have doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.
Just remember, the ends justify the means. ♪ sang Orni.(To Be Continued)
CHAPTER FIVE: REVELATION ABOUT SPIKE
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“Hello Spike. Where is your family?” asked Lisa.
“He does not have them.” said Ducky.
“That’s a pity Spike. I lost my father and live with my mother and our friend Stella.” said Lisa.
Spike smiled at Lisa. He thought that she seemed friendly. He went and got her silver ferns. Lisa really liked them.
“Huh?” said Ducky in confusion. It seemed odd that Spike would like a girl. He’d pretty much been single his whole life. All the others, minus herself, had found somebody and it wasn’t as if guys hadn’t tried to win her over. She just hadn’t found the right one yet.
“Looks like Spike has got himself a girlfriend.” said Derrick.
Ducky turned to look at her twin brother. “Yes, he has. He has.” piped Ducky happily.
“It won’t last.” said Derrick.
“You are just jealous!” snapped Ducky.
“Jealous of what?” snarled Derrick.
“Spike has a girlfriend and you do not have any.” replied Ducky.
“It won’t last long. He won’t even talk.” laughed Derrick.
“Lisa said that she did not care. She did. She did.” retorted Ducky.
Spike gave Lisa a bunch of green food. He dropped a bunch of it. He was nervous around girls. He was fine with Ducky, but he realized that she was not a Spiketail like him. “What a klutz!” giggled Derrick. Ducky elbowed him. “Ouch!” he moaned.
“Thank you Spike.” said Lisa. Spike smiled.
“He’s cute, just like my brother Steg.” said Stella.
“Hey Spike, wanna play tag?” Tippy asked.
Spike nodded. “Can I come too?” Lisa asked. Spike nodded again.
The three ran way playing tag. Suddenly, the earth shook again. “Oh no, Earthshake!” yelled Tippy.
The three Spiketails were moved forward as a bunch of earth underneath them was moved. The ground opened in front of them. Lisa and Tippy went over. Spike stuck out his two front legs. Lisa and Tippy each grabbed one of these. The others came to help out Spike. He was able to save them.
“Thank you Spike.” said Tippy.
“You saved my life Spike! Thank you!” said Lisa. Spike grinned. The earth stopped moving.
Grandpa Longneck came by with Tria. “Is everyone ok?” asked Tria.
“Spike saveded Tippy and Lisa.” said Ducky.
“It was just luck. It could have been anyone that saved…OW!” said Derrick, crying out in pain as Ducky stepped on his foot.
“That is great that everyone is ok.” said Grandpa Longneck.
“We sure seem to be having more Earthshakes than usual.” said Tria.
“Yes, though nothing like that horrible Great Earthshake several cold times ago.” remarked Stella.
“Yes, that was the worst. We lost our daughter in that one, though not to the Earthshake.” said Grandpa Longneck.
“What happened?” asked Stella.
“A Sharptooth.” said Grandma Longneck.
“I’m so sorry. I lost my brother Steg and his wife not long afterward. They had their last egg in a bunch of green food. It was put there to hide it from Sharpteeth and Egg Stealers.” said Stella.
Ducky gasped. “What is it dear?” asked Stella.
“I finded the last egg. I did! I did!” said Ducky.
“Where?” asked Stella, a tone of great concern and excitement in her voice.
“It is Spike. I found his egg like that. He was all alone!” said Ducky.
“Spike! Oh, it makes sense! He looks like Steg because he’s his son! I’ve found my nephew at last!” said Stella. She hugged Spike.
“Oh Spike, it’s wonderful, you’ve finally found a family member!” said Lisa. Spike was really overjoyed.
“Oh, I’d like to thank you for saving my life.” added Lisa. She kissed Spike. He turned bright red and said “Dahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Oh, I’m so glad I’ve found my long-lost nephew!” said Stella, still overcome with emotion.
Derrick grinned at the incident. “Well well. Spike’s found a family member. Perhaps he’ll go with her and get out of our lives.” said Derrick.
Ducky wanted to punch him into the next cold time for making such a comment. However, she worried that it might be true. She burst out into tears. “Spike, do not go! I need you! I do! I do!'” she wailed.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about Spike. I’d hate to lose him again.” said Stella.
“Spike should stay with his actual family.” said Mama Swimmer.
“No, he’s my brother!” shouted Ducky.
“But Ducky, Stella is his aunt and…” shouted Papa Swimmer.
Ducky ran off, tears streaming down her face. “Ducky, you need to just…” said Derrick, coming across her. WHAM! She plowed him over.
“Ducky, apologize now!” shouted Mama Swimmer. Ducky ran off, sobbing as the sun set. She wanted to be alone. She was really hurting.
Spike looked at Lisa. He had found family, yet Ducky was his big sister. He couldn’t leave her. Yet Stella was his aunt. He was confused on what to do. “Da…Da…Ducky!” he said.
“Oh, poor Spike!” said Lisa.
“Please stay. I don’t want Ducky to be unhappy.” said Littlefoot to Stella.
“I’m not sure. My whole herd cannot possibly stay here indefinitely. I’m really going to have to think about it.” said Stella.
Meanwhile, Ducky climbed the Smoking Mountains, her face wet with tears and more streaming down her face. “Why did I have to open my big mouth? I could have not tolded her. She would not have known then. Oh no, no, no, she would not.” moaned Ducky. She recalled what Derrick had said about their lives being better off without Spike. She really hated Derrick. “How can he say such mean things about Spike? I would give him up if I could keep Spike. I would. I would.” said Ducky angrily.
Unbeknownst to Ducky, lava in one of the volcanoes, having been disturbed by the Earthshakes, started to rise somewhat. An eruption seemed likely within a few days.CHAPTER FOUR: ORNI
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In the years since the deaths of Spike’s parents, Orni had formed a group of various types of Egg Stealers. Normally, Egg Stealers, much like Sharpteeth and Flatteeth, didn’t associate with other types outside of their own particular kind. However, like Orni, the other members of her group were outcasts and misfits, the type that didn’t fit in with their herds.
Now, she and her group of Egg Stealers sat licking yoke off their hands. Some Flattooth parents had been distracted by the Earthshake and she and her group had helped themselves to their nests. They had left before they had come back. Orni did not want to be noticed. However, much to her annoyance, as they were heading away, Orni saw something that, if not dealt with, would likely hamper that.
Orni saw two of her group fighting over an egg.
“That’s my egg Otis!” shouted a female Struthiomimus.
“Is not Prisci! I grabbed it first!” shouted a male Ornithiomimus.
Orni came toward them, a tone of disgust in her voice and a look of disgust on her face. “Prisci! Otis! If you’d stop fooling around, then we can get out of here!” snapped Orni softly. They cowered under her rage. She wasn’t the leader for nothing after all. “If they come after us and we get any trouble for it, I’m feeding the both of you to Sharpteeth!” she grumbled softly at them. Otis handed the egg to Prisci, figuring that, though he wanted the egg and felt it rightfully was his, it wasn’t worth suffering Orni’s wrath over.
Orni was still hungry, for she liked her protein. She snuck up to a Fast Biter nest. She jumped left as the Sharptooth started to sniff. She found some rocks and threw them away from her. The curious Sharptooth mother went off after them. Orni smirked. She came back with the eggs to her group. “Dinner.” she said, as if this didn’t bother her one bit, which it in fact didn’t.
They were walking away, having eaten more eggs. Then they heard a snarl. The mother Sharptooth had come back, not finding anything but a rock in her search. Orni knew that she might find herself being a meal if she wasn’t careful. But Orni was very great at dealing with Sharpteeth. She had had to deal with one at a very young age.
Her own mother, unhinged by her mate’s betrayal, had, realizing that her daughter might slow her down when the Giganotosaurus had appeared, taken off to save her own skin and that of her nearer children rather than risk her own life to save Orni.
Orni had thought that she was going to die that day, but she had, by the greatest of luck, fallen into a crevice. The angry and hungry Sharptooth, seeing what he thought was an easy meal, had decided to go for her instead of her bad mother and her siblings. The Sharptooth had snapped and snapped at the entrance, getting closer and closer. She had been so terrified that she had wet herself.
She often recalled how her mother had said that she was slow and would never amount to anything in life. Orni believed that her mother had believed that she was responsible for her father leaving her. She knew that that was nuts. She had known that her father was cheating and had told on him.
Her mother and father had had a big fight, which came to clawings and blows at the end of it. At last, her father had left. Her siblings, devastated, had started to blame her for it, as she had told and they reminded her that if she had kept her mouth shut, that their father would still be with them.
Her mother hadn’t exactly gone and blamed her, but she was no longer kind to her and she knew that she too wanted someone to blame and had picked Orni for a scapegoat.
Orni had been in luck. The Sharptooth had reached rock that he couldn’t get through just a short distance from her. He tried to reach into the hole to get her, but she was just out of his reach. After a few hours, he finally left.
Orni had come out, very scared and white, and also parentless and without a family. It seemed that a part of her had died that day indeed. The Sharptooth may not have eaten her physically, but the old Orni, whatever seemed nice in her, had gone away. Orni had decided to first get revenge on the Sharptooth.
She happened to find him and went to his nest. She waited till he and his mate were asleep and took his eggs. She now had to make it on her own. It seemed only fair to her.
Orni’s thoughts returned to the present. Otis slipped. Claudius, another Egg Stealer, a Struthiomimus, said to her “Shouldn’t we go and get him. He’s part of our group?”
“No. It’s everyone for themselves. That’s how my mother left me.” stated Orni without feeling. Claudius shook his head at the Ornithiomimus.
They left Otis behind. The others wondered if he had died, but Orni just kept urging them on. They were relieved to see Otis come a few minutes later. He was dripping sweat and very frightened, but still alive. “Ah, glad you’ve joined us again.” said Orni, not mentioning one bit any relief that he was still alive. The group continued on.
They came near the Great Valley. Orni had heard the stories of this place. Big walls and a united group of Flatteeth. Still, this place would serve them well if they could get into there and get to eggs undetected. It would be much easier than in the Mysterious Beyond, provided that they didn’t get caught.
She knew that the inhabitants primarily feared Sharpteeth. A Sharptooth, which would go after grownups, would attract attention to itself sooner or later. An Egg Stealer, which only went for eggs, could easily slip in unnoticed.
“We camp here for the night.” she ordered her group in a stern and commanding voice. Nobody dared argue with her. She was hoping for an opportunity to get eggs from the Great Valley.CHAPTER THREE: STELLA
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“Ducky, why do you keep sticking up for him? He’s got to fight his own battles someday. You can’t shelter him forever.” said Derek.
Ducky said nothing. She felt that it was true. Yet she didn’t like to think about Spike being bullied and her not around to help him. She’d fight a Sharptooth to save him if she had to.
“You are not nice Derek. Spike does not like you.” said Ducky. She and her twin brother did not get along very well. In fact, one day she had said that she’d rather have a Fast Biter as a brother than him. Spike shook his head at Ducky. “Well, he is nice, for which you should feel glad that he is not upset that you did not help him. You should be glad for that. Yep, yep, yep, you should.” she said to her twin brother.
“I wish you and your twin brother wouldn’t fight Ducky. It’s so not like you.” said Cera.
“You and Tricia fighted last week.” said Ducky.
“It was just some friendly horn-butting.” said Cera innocently.
“You should feel lucky that you have a brother Ducky. I have none.” Littlefoot reminded her.
“I’d rather have a Swimming Sharptooth as a brother.” said Ducky, glaring angrily at Derrick. She and her twin brother resumed arguing. Littlefoot sighed.
“A Swimming Sharptooth? Boy she mad!” gasped Petrie.
Spike got bored with the arguing, which he really hated anyway, and started eating again. He belched. He happened to be near Derrick when he did this. “Oops.” he said.
“You are nasty! Watch where you burp tubby!” said Derrick angrily.
WHAM! SPLASH! Ducky rammed him and he fell into water. She grabbed him and started splashing water in his face. “Take it back!” she snapped angrily.
“Ducky, what is this?!” he said angrily.
“You insulted Spike! You did! You did! I said to take it back!” she growled. She pummeled him.
“Ducky, stop!” came their mother’s voice.
The two stopped fighting. Ducky paused, her fist raised. They were both really wet from all the splashing. “Apologize to your brother now!” demanded Mama Swimmer.
“I am sorry that you are a creep Derrick. I am. I am.” said Ducky angrily to Derrick.
“DUCKY!” said Mama Swimmer angrily.
“Kiss my tush Derrick!” said Ducky, shaking her hind end at her twin brother. He was her least favorite brother.
“That’s enough Ducky!” said Papa Swimmer. Ducky got grounded for the rest of the day for her bad behavior. The others in the Gang were totally taken aback by her actions.
“Ducky’s never done this before. I know she and Derrick don’t get along too well, but this has never happened before.” said Littlefoot.
“Perhaps we should try and see what is the matter.” suggested Littlefoot.
“But she grounded. We get in trouble if we…” protested Petrie. Littlefoot ignored him.
“Ducky, what the matter?” asked Petrie.
“You should not be here. Oh no, no, no.” whispered Ducky.
“Me want to know what bothering you?” he asked.
“Oh Petrie. We all have family. Even Littlefoot has some. Spike has nobody. It is not fair. Oh no, no, no!” said Ducky.
Just then, Tippy’s herd was spotted coming into the Great Valley. Spike was glad to see his old friend back.
There were two new Spiketails with the group. One, an adult female and the other, a female of Spike’s age. They were Stella and Lisa.
Stella looked at Spike. “I think I’ve seen you before, but I don’t recall meeting you.” she said thoughtfully.
Spike shook his head to show that he didn’t recall meeting her before either. “You remind me of someone.” she said.
Spike wasn’t sure who he reminded her of. He went up to Lisa. “Hello, I’m Lisa.” she said kindly.
“His name is Spike. He does not like to talk.” said Ducky.
“That’s ok.” said Lisa.
They learned that Lisa had lost both of her parents to Sharpteeth and had gone with Tippy’s herd.
Stella had bright pink eyes. Lisa, meanwhile, had cute turquoise colored eyes.
“Now Spike, I’d like to spend more time with you. There is just something really familiar about you. You remind me of my brother Steg.” she said.
“What was Steg like?” asked Ducky. It was lucky that Stella was more tolerant, as many herds didn’t associate with other kinds. As it was, she was tolerant and hence talked to Ducky.
“He looked quite like Spike, only he had blue eyes. His wife had purple eyes though. Both of them died around the time of the Great Earthshake. There was some kind of rockslide in the fight. No survivors. Appears that they got into a fight with Fast Biters and somehow, during the fight, the rocks fell, killing all of them. I found dead Fast Biters along with their bodies. They had told me earlier that they had lost all but one egg to Egg Stealers. Nasty things.” said Stella.
“What happened to the last one?” asked Ducky.
“It got taken. I’d have said that it was taken by Egg Stealers, except that there were footprints near the nest. They weren’t Egg Stealer footprints or Sharptooth footprints. They were Leaf Eater footprints. And there were Spiketail footprints too going with them. I think my niece or nephew might still be alive. I just don’t know where.” sighed Stella.CHAPTER ONE: SPIKE ALONE
Twelve years later, Spike wandered with his older sister Ducky and his friends. She wasn’t his real sister, for she was a Swimmer and he was a Spiketail. He had never met his family before, any of them. The first face he’d seen when hatching had been Ducky’s. He always saw her as a sister. He regarded Ducky’s family as his own. Still, sometimes, he lay awake at night, wondering if somewhere, out there, somebody was alive in his family.
Everyone in the group had some family. Littlefoot had his father, a foster brother Shorty and a foster sister Dayo, his third cousin Ali and her mother, and his grandparents. Petrie had his mother, all of his siblings, and his uncle Pterano. Ducky had all of her family, including her annoying aunt who sleep swam and blabbed a hundred miles a minute with gusts up to 300 and her grumpy uncle Phoebus. Ducky also had at least 24 siblings. Cera had her dad, Topps, who was stubborn and liked to argue, her older sister Olivia, her nephew and niece Dana and Dinah, her step mother Tria, and her step-sister Tricia, as well as her grandfather Tryus. He himself had nobody. He was like Guido in that regard.
He was shy and didn’t like to talk much. Still, he almost wanted to break his habit of not talking so that he could listen to the green food so that he could talk to Ducky. Her name had been his first word. His bond with her was very strong.
Spike went off to get green food. Eating always helped. He did it as a habit, a habit to hide his pain of having nobody. He’d eaten a lot as a kid, mainly as he liked it. He’d kept this up even into the Time of Great Growing as a coping mechanism for dealing with being, as he thought, the very last of his family. It bothered him. He wasn’t one to envy others and so wasn’t spiteful that his friends all had family and he didn’t. Still, it bothered him.
Lately, he’d put on some weight, as he didn’t just burn it off anymore now that he was older. Ducky had put him on an exercise program, and he’d lost weight, though the exercise was annoying as he had to keep going up and down the Great Wall. It had put off a lot of weight, but it still didn’t help.
“Don’t worry Spike. We will keep trying. We will. We will.” she had said. He was afraid of that. Still, he needed some way to cope.
As night fell, he looked at a star. He hoped that somewhere, somehow, there would be someone that was a Spiketail that he could call family. As he went to bed, he wished that he could be like his sister and have someone as kin. He went off to sleep. His sleep rumbles annoyed his sister and she put leaves over her ears to drone out the sound.CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
In the night Mimus and Sapphire lay snug next to their nest, eggs still in mint condition. They have literally done nothing but eat green, lay by the nest, and keep to them selves. For them it has been peaceful, this is the longest they ever gone without any danger. To many it would seem boring, but they have learned to be grateful of it, not minding at all.
Guido says to Bella “The Great Valley is wonderful. We have peaceful Egg Stealers here and we have Chomper the Friendly Sharptooth. Wouldn’t you like to live here?”
Mimus said to Guido “You think we are wonderful? Thanks, let’s be friends.”
Sapphire said “You know, we never made friends with anyone who wasn’t our species before, we were to busy being afraid of them. But you can have the honor of being the first.”
Chomper and Tiny wake up the next morning.
Tiny said “Now come, Shredder is going to catch up with the herd if it means making the soles of their feet blister and fall off. It’s a good opportunity to find who is disloyal to him enough to get to join us next.”
Chomper asks “Don’t we still have another day off?”
Tiny says “Oh yeah, I forgot.” She kisses him.. “So what would you like to do with our time off dear?”
Before Chomper can reply, Rusty calls to them. Hey guys. Our eggs are hatching. Want to watch?
Tiny answers Absolutely!
The two go with Rusty and his wife Zelda. They go and watch the eggs hatch. The kids break free of the eggs, first breaking free with their feet and finally their heads. Two are blueish purple, one is pink, another light red, and another tan. Chomper remembers his own hatching and thinks again of Littlefoot. He decides again to bring up the plan of beating Shredder.
Guys, we need to talk. Get Phyco and Marie too. Chomper whispers to Rusy and Zelda.
Marie and Phyco show up just as Chomper told them to. Phyco has a funny looking welt on his toe.
Phyco, what happened to your toe? Chomper asked once the group of them were safely away from the rest of the pack. They were in Chomper and Tiny’s section of the cave. Chomper blocked the path as he had the night before, ensuring that they would not be overheard. The young Two Claws wandered about, still trying to learn to walk properly. Rusty and Zelda had fed the hatchlings some dragonflies.
Phyco said Just a sting from a stinging crawler. (scorpion) It will itch for 660 hours but that’s about it. Those children are so cute. They have it lucky; they’re young so they won’t have to do any of the hard work yet.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Mists, Ozzy and Strut walked along, looking for eggs. “Ozzy, I don’t like this place. Can’t we get food elsewhere?” Strut asked, concerned.
“No, this is a good place to get eggs. It’s harder to be spotted in this mist.” said Ozzy.
“Why not eat some of these green things?” said Strut, picking up pretty yellow flowers.
WHACK! Ozzy knocked the green food out of his brother’s hand. “No, you are going to get eggs with me and stop being such an embarrassment!” snapped Ozzy.
Strut said “You know Ozzy it is natural for our kind to have more then just one food group. Eggs may be good for you, but one day your greedy ambition for them is going to get us killed, and when that day comes my last words will be I told you so.”
Meanwhile, Chomper and the others, unaware of Chomper’s old foes being in the Land of Mists, were in discussion.
And so, it seems that we need to help my friends. They saved me from Egg Stealers when I was little. I owe them. said Chomper.
Any ideas on how to get rid of Shredder? Tiny asks. Her stomach growls.
Ok, I do have some ideas of what are we going to do…OUCH! Chomper cries. Two of the young Two Claws have bitten Chomper in the tail. That is NOT a chew toy! Chomper scolds. He returns his focus to the group. Now, how are we going to get rid of Shredder? I suggested we could poison him with that plant you said not to eat Phyco. I actually took some with me. Would it be enough to kill him if I gave him more than one? Chomper asks Phyco.
Phyco stares at Marie. He thinks that she is really pretty. Well, I survived one of those, so one enough isn’t enough to kill. Two might be. Phyco replies.
The young Two Claws, seeing their play bite hurt Chomper decides to say they are sorry. It’s ok little ones. said Chomper. He picked the kids up and snuggled them.
Phyco sad You know, if we grind up the death weed as I like to call it well enough, we can put it in Shredders meat with out him noticing, and then… No, we can’t guarantee he won’t change his mind eat something else and let someone else have the meat he decided he don’t want. Or perhaps… by chance does he bother going after anything small we can use as bait? convince something to go into his mouth while holding it… no no one would agree that’s idiotic… I got no ideas.
Chomper suggested We could always push him off a cliff into Fast Water.
Tiny added Or into the big big big big water and feed him to that thing that tried to eat Marie.
Marie suggested Kindly ask the sky puffies to strike him with a bolt of lightening?
Chomper said I don’t think that the Land of Mists is near the Big Water. Truthfully, I haven’t been to the Land of Mists before. I only know where it is because Ali, who used to live there, told me where it was. However, the Big Water might be an interesting way to drown Shredder, but I don’t see how we can pull that off. As for getting Shredder to get hit by Sky Fire, I’m not sure how to summon it. It often hits the tops of mountains and trees, but I don’t know how to make it hit a Sharptooth.
Phyco suggests Perhaps we can bend back a tree branch, use sharp bones to turn it into a spiketail tail, attach it to a vine, and coat the branches’s spikes with the plant. Then when Shredder walks by whack him, and wait for it to take effect.
Chomper said Shredder has already been hit in the face with such a thing. It hurt his eye but didn’t kill him. Wait, did you say bones? Where are we going to get the bones from? What kind of plant are you talking about?
Phyco said I assumed someone may have gotten too full to finish one of their meals. Bones can be very sharp you know. But stick to stick is easier to accomplish.
Chomper said We can give it a try. But we have an issue. Shredder can’t see us building it. Nor can the rest of the pack. It might raise suspicion.
Tiny laughed. You think that’s an issue, the pack will think we are really weird if they find out we all been hanging out in here together. Assuming they don’t think we are all in here for…you know.
Chomper slaps himself in the face. Should have thought of that. You guys work on your stuff separately. It’s Tiny and I who asked for the rest and are supposed to be, er, having alone time. Phyco is weird enough, er, no offence Phyco, that they probably won’t pay too much attention to him making his contraption. Rusty, Marie, and Zelda, see what you can do. In the meantime, we also need to think of a way to deal with what comes AFTER we defeat Shredder. It is possible that we might succeed but that the pack will be able to figure out that we were behind his death. If they do, it’s possible that some of them, if not many of them, may seek our lives as vengeance. Now go quickly. If we’re gone much longer, we’ll attract attention. We’ll meet again when the Night Circle is highest in the sky. he says to the group.
The others, minus Chomper and Tiny, leave. Chomper and Tiny seal the entrance, leaving them alone. Ok dear, now what? he asks his wife.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Along the way they meet a herd of Flatteeth. Every single one of them are asleep.
Rhett, meanwhile, wanders the Land of Mists. He still has a grudge against the Longneck he hates most of all: Littlefoot. Ali had chosen Littlefoot over him. Rhett had made a scene over the rejection and been banished from Ali’s herd over it. So Rehtt lived her alone, mateless, and angry. What he wouldn’t do to get rid of Littlefoot and make Ali his.
“Just think Chomper, when we first went into that cave, I could have sworn it was still morning. Where had all the time gone?” Tiny says playfully. Suddenly Tiny stops, pointing at Rhett whispering “Chomper, an awake one, if the herd wakes up the pack might hear it. Lets try not to raise alarm.”
“Tiny, should we wake them up? I mean, we don’t want anymore Flatteeth killed. If we get rid of Shredder, then we won’t have to play along anymore, unless you think the pack will carry on for him.” said Chomper. “Do you think the pack will back him or do you think they’d turn on him?” Chomper asked.
“I don’t know, can’t read their minds, but they do seem pretty miserable having him in power to make them work so hard to kill out side the need to simply eat.”
“So, should we wake these Longnecks? I, er, had a bad encounter with Longnecks when I was younger. I was chased by them. It wasn’t fun.” said Chomper.
“What happened?” asked Tiny.
“Well, there was this Longneck whose name was Rhett. He was lying to Ali, Littlefoot’s then friend, who is now his mate. He was pretending to have fought off all these Sharpteeth and Ali was believing him. Ali would only play games with Rhett. Littlefoot wanted to get a real Sharptooth to call Rhett’s bluff and suggested me. I played along and it worked and scared Rhett. However, Rhett got Ali’s herd and they chased me and nearly stomped me to death. What is kinda scary is that they were going to still kill me just for being a Sharptooth, even though I begged them, in Leaf Eater, which shocked them by the way, not to kill me. It was Littlefoot and his friends who convinced them that I was safe. However, I don’t think Rhett has ever forgiven me.”
“Pity for him, you’re really nice. Unlike him, you’d never deceive anyone, at least unless someone’s life was in danger.”
“Um, Tiny, there is something I should tell you. I HAVE been lying to you about something.”
“What? Is it another woman? If it is, I’m going to rip you apart and spread you across the Land of Mists!”
“No, not that. It’s about Flatteeth. I HAVE killed them before I met you. You see, my mom and dad taught me that it was ok. They gave me Flattooth meat and I ate it, thinking it was ok. At first, I was uneasy about hunting Flatteeth , as I had met them, and wouldn’t do it, but, eventually, to please Mom and Dad, I tried. I went for Flattooth kids. I had told you earlier that they had all gotten away from me. That wasn’t true. Mom and Dad had killed some of their parents. I find the orphans. They were rather young. About a year old or less. I didn’t think they’d make it on their own, so well, I killed them and ate them. I started to want to be a regular Sharptooth, figuring that I’d never see my friends again. When I was in the Mysterious Beyond, Flatteeth looked at me like I was evil and few tried to kill me and would have, had not my parents intervened. I was ready one day to just go after kids, not even orphans. I found Littlefoot and his friends and dind’t recognize them. I chased them and they cowered, the very Flatteeth who almost beat Shredder, and just hid their faces and shook. I came so close to doing it, to giving Shredder EXACTLY what he wanted. But then I recognized Littlefoot and spared them. It haunts me, that I almost took the lives of those who have been so good to me. I felt so guilty. So that is why I now protect Flattooth children in the Mysterious Beyond, to make up for the ones that I now can’t bring back. You see, Flatteeth view us as evil. Yes, we only, well, most of us, kill for food. However, they see us as taking their loved ones. I wanted to show that Sharpteeth DID care about them.”
Tiny replied”Yeah it sucks that the Flatteeth either don’t know or don’t care that we only want to eat, and won’t survive if we don’t, but we must focus on our mission at hand. Look over there.” She points to a cliff edge 840ft high. “Now, let’s get up there follow my lead, we will wake them up, and they won’t know what woke them.”
“What do you have in mind? Are we going to roar and wake them up? Or are we going to throw rocks at them?” Chomper asked.
“Not at them, into the marsh. They will hear a splash, think it was a land slide, and as their curiosity drives them in their moment awake they will find Two Claw footprints and decide to move somewhere safer. Then we clean up the Two Claw footprints so it appears we has nothing to do with it, return to the cave to sleep and play innocent.” replied Tiny.
Chomper does as Tiny asks. The Longnecks wake up, startled, and spot the Sharptooth footprints. “We’d better move someplace else. Somewhere else away from here.” said the herd leader. The group moves away, heading further into the Land of Mists.
“We’ll they are still here, but at least it is harder to find them. Should we go after them and ask them to leave?” asked Chomper.
“Not a good idea. They might attack us.” said Tiny.
The two return to the cave, for they are tired anyway. They soon fall asleep, hugging each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Before Chomper and Tiny leave, Chomper says to Mo, who is in the Big Water “Glad to see you again Mo. Hope to see you again.”
“Mo glad to see Chomper and Tiny. You are welcome anytime.” Mo replies. He playfully spits water at Chomper and Tiny, causing the two to laugh.
“Bye for now Mo. Glad to have met you.” said Tiny.
“Mo like Mrs. Chomper. She is a Mud Brother.” said Mo.
“Mrs. Chomper?” said Tiny, raising her brows. Chomper smiles. Mo swims away, dancing on his tailfin and waving goodbye to the two. Chomper and Tiny leave with the others and head toward the Land of Mists.
Tucompso, meanwhile, is a pretty stable thing, able perfectly to manipulate which emotions he feels benefit the situation most. When something dies, he does not appear to harbor much sorrow, though you can tell it’s there in the tone of his voice. Much the same when the 14 Fast Biters were eaten by Chomper because of him, he appears to have no concern, yet deep down he feels somewhat of a bitter conscious that somewhere out there is a Fast Biter without a family because of him. It is with this same talent in remaining calm and bending his true emotion that seeing Guido succeed in finding a mate of his own, on the outside, he shows gladness for his success, but on the inside, he feels sad that he himself has not had such success. Not even so much as the sight or scent of a female of his own kind in days.
Tucompso said to Guido Hey Guido, mind if I hang out with you too? You’re the second one I know I can talk to, trying to hang out with flatteeth lacks the satisfaction of such an ability. Guido, I’d like to ask, how do you guys do it? How do you attract a mate? I’ve never managed to pull it off.
Guido replies Well, for starters, if you don’t find someone in one area, it don’t hurt to search somewhere else during the early day.
A Sharp Beak watches in a tree, spreading his wings, swoops in talons spread aiming to grab Tucompso. Tucompso, not seeing the Sharp Beak, says Well, I am do have some impressive abilities. I can dance for instance. He begins to dance, doing a sort of jig. The Sharp Beak misses Tucompso, as his dance moves move him out of range just in time. The Sharp Beak turns around to attack again.
Guido says If a female doesn’t want you she is either crazy or stupid, you’re in good health, you’re handsome, you can humiliate deaths’ attempts to get you, the only reason a female hasn’t chosen to bond with you is because we are in short supply. Of your kind at least.
Tucompso jumps to the left evading the Sharp Beak’s second attempt, doesn’t even seem to care that the Sharp Beak is there.
Tucompso replies Perhaps you’re right, but, I have searched and searched, and have no idea where to start looking. He jumps as the Sharp Beak passes right under him, dodging a third attempt.
Guido sees the Sharp Beak. Dude, there is a Sharp Beak after you! Run! he cries.
Tucompso said I know right, someone seriously needs to learn to resist the temptation of their sweet tooth. He evades another attempt to get him by jumping to the right and rolling, he then bends back a branch and releases it, it snaps back and strikes the sharp beak, knocking it out of the sky.
The Sharp Beak snapped Ouch! what was that for? I was only trying to eat you!
Tucompso replied That was for interrupting.
The Sharp Beak shouted I am so going to get you!
Tucompso runs away. The Sharp Beak chases after him.
Sometime later Tucompso returns to Guido and Bella. Now, if I remember correctly I think we where talking about something.
I believe that you were talking about a mate. said Guido. Oh, and by the way, I’d like to thank you for teaching me how to speak Sharptooth properly. I’m teaching Bella how to speak it now. We owe you one. Thus, we will help you find a mate. Do you have anyone in mind? Guido asks.
Tucompso says I’d have to meet them before I can have them in mind, so better question is, where to start looking? I can start with describing my interest. Someone who can keep up with my energy, someone sweet, someone who isn’t as dumb as a pile of rocks. Someone who will always be there for their friends… and that’s about all I can think of so far.
Meanwhile as Chomper and Tiny are on their way to the Land of Mists. They come across a Domehead next to a dead Swimmer.
“What is this?” Tiny asks
The Domehead replies “A peace offering. The war with my people is over; we surrender.”
“Thank you.” said Chomper and Tiny.
“We wish no more war with you.” said Chomper.
The two left with the dead Swimmer. “Here, eat this.” Chomper says to Tiny, giving it to her to eat.
The pack eventually reaches the caves outside of the Land of Mists.
Tiny walks into the cave. Chomper has to stoop as the entrance is a bit small for him.
“This place is pretty, just like you dear.” said Chomper. Tiny smiled.
“Look at all of those cave teeth. Aren’t they pretty?” Tiny said.
“Yes, just glad they don’t eat us. There are so many that it would hurt a lot.” Chomper replied. Tiny laughed.
We’ll rest here, as promised. said Chomper to Shredder. Shredder nodded. Tiny and Chomper moved to a section of the cave alone. They moved some rocks in the way, which, though easily movable, would at least let them know someone was coming. For extra security, they moved rocks blocking another section. Now they couldn’t be overheard.
Ok, so what is your plan? Tiny asked Chomper.
Chomper replies to Tiny I am not sure yet. I did think of one thing. He pulls out the green plant that Phyco had shown him days earlier. Phyco says that it really hurt him and that it’s dangerous. Perhaps I can put it in his mouth or somehow get him to eat many of these. I bet the Land of Mists has loads of them. Chomper says.
Good plan. And it’s good that they think we are mating the whole time. They won’t dare walk in on our scheming. Tiny replies. She pauses. Say, you weren’t actually thinking of mating, were you? she asks.
I wouldn’t say no. he replies, smirking.
Tiny smiles and says Come on Chomper, you practically promised. She assumes a mating position.
Chomper gives Tiny what she desires. When they are done, he gets off of her.
“So, dear, now that the Night Circle is highest in the sky, how about we scout ouf the Land of Mists? The pack is no doubt asleep. We can think of what to do. We will need to know the terrain first. We can try and poision him, but that will be hard. I suggest we try and push him into Fast Water this time rather than a pond.” Chomper says to her.
The two tiptoe past the pack and reach the entrance of the Land of Mists. “So beautiful, just like you.” Tiny whispers to him. Chomper wraps his left arm around her and the two head down into the Land of Mists.
I thought 14 was better than 13. What made 13 more problematic, was, well, for the most part, a lack of, er, bad guys. 12 didn’t have too many either, but that sailback was imposing at least. 13 at least had bad guys that kept after the kids, not lost them after one try. The sailback in 12 was huge and got stuck in a something and nearly killed Guido.
14 actually seemed even more problematic, now that I think of it as the bad guys were less threatening than even in 13.
Thanks. I did talk to my father tonight. It seemed he FINALLY got it that all I needed was to have my stories heard and listened to and he finally listened to them and liked them a lot.
I haven’t been expelled before. I have been sent home as a kid though in first grade. One time it was due to a mistake (I was swinging my feet like Pinnochio, trying to do a dance I saw from the movie, and accidentally kicked the teachers aide in the tush.) Another time I got sent home because I was singing the Meow Mix sing during lunch hour and a lunch lady teachers aide asked me to stop, and, being upset, I hit her…with my woolen hat. (I was only 6.)
I was actually an honors students all the way through college. It’s now feeling like a failure as even the most menial jobs won’t hire me that seems to unhinge me, feeling like I wasted all those years in school after 16, when I legally could have dropped out and still been available for the same jobs I only seem to have a chance of getting now. Now, with Bachelors in Computer Science, Associates in Arts, and Associates in Science, I seem to be overqualified and thus deemed a flight risk for the lower jobs, but, in part because of not driving and not living in urban areas, I didn’t get an internship during college and thus “don’t have enough experience” to get the higher level jobs. And my job coach isn’t the most helpful. She sometimes seems to be pressing me toward receptionist and things like that, even though I am not sure I can handle those.
Also, she was kinda unkind to me after a certain incident. I had scheduled a phone interview with a company and I had told them in advance that I could do before certain days or after them. They knew it. The day before I was to have the phone interview, they called and rescheduled that interview to the first day I had said no. I told them that that wouldn’t work and that it would have to be the first day of the family campout. I don’t even know if the place where the campout is gets phone service. (It didn’t in the past, though I think it sometimes does now.)
So I went to the campout and came back and then called the company like I said I would. They said they were out and to call back later. So I did and they said “Oh, we hired already. Sorry.” So I told my job coach this and she kinda acted like it was all MY fault and said that I should have shown I was willing to work with them by being more flexible.
I said that I had a campout and that I, though I didn’t say what, had told the company BEFORE they had to reschedule, that such and such times were OFF. I then said “What if I had my own wedding that day? Should I reschedule to make the company happy?” And she said something like “Well, after your wedding, you’d still have bills to pay, so yes.” And I said something like “Well, if the company is THAT demanding, then I don’t think I want to work for them anyway.” and we got into an argument. She’s done a few other weird things that have made me less than fond of her. I mean, I had all my experience on my resume, and she and her partner removed it, saying they were knowing what they were doing, but it seems to have hurt me more than helped. Sometimes, I think they’d rather I get a minimum wage job rather than something more my potential just so they can get rid of me.
Also, I happen to know it’s a BIG fat lie that the companies need illegal alien workers and H1B visas. I can show you all of them calling for it and there is NO way there is THAT big of a shortage. It’s just GREED.
Amnesty Supporters: https://patriotmongoose.wordpress.com/2016/10/02/amnesty-supporters/
H1B Visa Pushers: https://patriotmongoose.wordpress.com/2016/10/06/h1b-visa-pushers/
Also, I’ve kept track of those outsourcing. Some are doing it because the EPA, one of the highest corporate income taxes around, etc are driving them out, and others I think are doing it because, you guessed it, GREED: https://patriotmongoose.wordpress.com/2016/10/23/companies-outsourcing/
And, based on all of this information about jobs and stuff that I collected, that the private sector is going downhill: https://patriotmongoose.wordpress.com/2015/12/31/so-whats-going-on-with-the-economy/
Even my father, who worked at a job for many years, and was hoping to retire at a certain company, has been shafted greatly (they decided to cut his commission and are making silly rules that took the joy out of his job, and this was at one of the places that is NOT on the bad guy list I have and NOT reported to be bad, but is listed as “average” or even “above average” on the reviews online. All the ones I see that I could qualify for, by the way, are “average” or “below average” ratings, so that should tell you what I have to look forward to in this Obama economy (and, I have reason to believe Hillary is going to win the election, legitimately or by cheating.)
So I guessed that the future belongs to those who can either start their own business or can be creative and do something like writing, etc. The others will be begging the Elitists to get increasingly fewer jobs for increasingly terrible wages and conditions. As I seem to have a knack for writing talent, my father’s seeming lack of interest seemed like a big FU to me. Hopefully tonight has begun an improvement.
(Also, it wasn’t just my father. I tried reading my cousins my stories, but they seemed to get distracted after like 10 minutes, even the teenage ones that should have been more mature, further causing me to feel bad.)
