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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Around late evening, the groups reaches the swampy area. It is, in fact, the same swampy area that Littlefoot and his friends traveled through on their way to the Crater. The pack is tired and rests, though Rusty makes sure to empty his bladder first.
Not in front of Tiny! Chomper moans. The pack, quite tired, goes to bed for the night. All except Chomper, Tiny, and Phyco, who just pretend to go to sleep. When they are sure the others are asleep, they sneak away from the others, tiptoeing so as not to make a sound.
Ok, do you think we can beat Shredder before the attack happens? asks Tiny.
Can’t we get the help of the Flatteeth? asks Phyco.
I would prefer that Shredder not even make it alive to the Great Valley. Tiny says.
I’m not sure about this plan dear. It will be hard for the three of us to attack Shredder without being killed by the rest of the pack. We’ll need more help. says Chomper skeptically.
We could always get Rusty to help us. On the way here, he was privately calling Shredder all sorts of names that made me ask if he kissed his wife with that mouth. Of course, that could just be because he needed to empty his bladder water but Shredder wouldn’t let him. remarked Phyco.
24 minutes before the bright circle rises 79 Domeheads slowly and silently make their way into camp. They begin to take position where it would be hard for their enemy to have room or make it out, but easy for them to get out should they need to.
Rusty, who has finished hearing Chomper’s story, and doesn’t yet notice the Domeheads remarks Well, I admit Shredder is a nutcase. I have sympathy for your Flatteeth. However, on the flip side, you already cost us food for the whole day and really hurt my bladder with your save-the-Yellow-Bellies act. Also, you know what Shredder could do to my wife and I? We lost our eggs last time to Egg Stealers and our batch this time is close to hatching. You want them to end up orphans?
Tiny thinks over what to say. Finally, she says Rusty, I know it is risky, but I think it is necessary. I… she pauses, hearing the Domeheads. We’ve got company! The four of them head to go fight off the Domeheads, waking the pack as they go along.
A Domehead cried “The enemy is prepared, begin the attack, make those bastards pay for what they did at the Mountains that Burn!”
The Domeheads begin to charge, this time in a more competent formation then when they were the defenders.
Chomper moves along with his three friends to attack the Domeheads. The four do well. Chomper had never learned to hunt with a pack before but has quickly picked it up. He moves aside as a Domehead strikes at him. However, the Domehead is then struck down by Rusty. Another aims at Rusty but Tiny strikes it down. A third goes for Phyco, but Chomper kills it before it can hurt him. Phyco brings down another that was going to attack Chomper.
The Domeheads continue to draw attention to the four until they are well enough separated from the group to have 34 of them surround at once, then begin to ram at their knees.
Chomper lets out a loud T-rex roar. His other three friends copy him. They hope that it can intimidate the Domeheads. The four crouch lower, their claws out to attack, their feet moved outward so that the claws on their feet are in the way of the ramming Domeheads.
Hey Phyco, if we don’t make it, would this be your preferred way to die or will you be disappointed? Chomper asks with a weak smile.
Phyco replies Better to die in the glory of combat then to die from getting old having done nothing but hide under a rock from the danger you know is out there.
One of the Domeheads charges then stops short, a second Domehead behind him jumps on top of him just as he thrusts upward, the Domhead jumps into it launching him self onto Chomper’s head, then he begins to bite him below the ear. Tiny moves and bites into the Domehead, killing him. She throws the Domehead with her teeth, as her hands are busy fending off attacks. Nobody can bite Chomper on the ear but me! she snaps. A domehead strikes Tiny in the leg as she moves to defend Chomper, causing a second degree bruise.
The pack charges into the line of Domeheads, attacking them. Chomper and his three friends use the opportunity to go on the offensive against the Domeheads. After some hours of fighting, the Domeheads are all dead.
Hmm, Domehead steak! said Tiny, munching on a dead Domehead.
Phyco said That was enough to even make me exhausted. I got some breakfast. I need a good rest. I hope that is it for a while.
No, you have done well against the Domeheads. However, we still are going to be attacking the Swimmer and Spiketail herds today. It is good that the Domeheads came though. We got more practice in for fighting the Great Valley. We will attack the Swimmer and Spiketail herds in half an hour. I suggest you prepare now. said Shredder.
I don’t mean to disagree with your leadership, I just wish to know, don’t we have plenty to last the rest of the day? Meat spoils quickly, we might not be able to finish it all. Is it really wise to needlessly deplete our food source if we are already doing so well without attacking herds we don’t need? None the less my king, if you feel we must, I won’t go against your command. said Phyco.
We can eat the Domeheads now. However, the attack will still proceed on schedule. Now get ready. said Shredder.
Phyco shouted Sir yes sir!
Meanwhile, Tucompso finds a nest of stinging buzzers. He calmly carefully walks up to the nest without disturbing the colony. He then takes large amounts of the honey and cakes it all over himself. The stinging buzzers then come and land on him. He holds still as they begin to lick their honey back off of him. Their tiny legs and tongs tickle but he does his best to stand perfectly still. After a while of the buzzers licking the honey up and putting it back in their hive where it came from then returning and licking more off he is sparkling clean, his skin is all shinny. He then goes to the lake and looks at his reflection. He smiles.
The Two Egg Stealers are perched by their nest basking in the sun.
Mimus said “I’m going to go get something to snack on, be back soon.”
Sapphire replied “Don’t be gone too long, if something happens I don’t want to have to defend the nest single handedly.”
“Relax, just a quick snack, and I will be back. I won’t let anything bad happen. Assuming I will have a say in the matter.” Mimus reassured her.
He heads off to look for a snack, leaving his mate to guard the eggs.
“I hope they aren’t going to get some eggs to snack on. You know, I don’t think it was a good idea to bring Egg Stealers here.” said Topps.
“I am keeping an eye on them Mr. Theehorn. Not to worry.” said Littlefoot.
“I hope you know what you’re doing Longneck.” Topps said to him.
“Call me Littlefoot, please. My grandfather might have let you call him ‘Longneck’, but I’d prefer to be called by my actual name.” said Littlefoot.
Mimus said “I like my protein but I kinda feel being alive is more important. Besides, like I said before, eggs aren’t all we eat. Would you like me to show you my favorite kind of green? It has no protein, but, it smells better then anything else their is to sniff.”
Meanwhile, Tiny says to Chomper I’m some how going to know? Until I met you I never did any of this, being reluctant to hunt. It sucks being a sharptooth doesn’t it? But one thing I am sure of, do not get close to them.
Chomper, Tiny, Phyco, and Rusty moved ahead of the pack again. Shredder didn’t mind. After all, he didn’t know that the group had been responsible for the escape of the Yellow Bellies and believed them to be the ones who helped bring down the Clubtail herd. Chomper came across a Swimmer herd. He quickly learned, from overhearing what they were saying, that they were aware of the presence of the Sharptooth pack. They hadn’t spotted him and his three friends yet.
“Snork, I want you to go distract the Two Claw pack.” said a Swimmer, who, from the looks of it, appeared to be the leader of the herd.
“But won’t they eat me?” asked the Swimmer, trembling.
“They might. But we need to distract them so the rest of us, most importantly me, can get away.” said the Swimmer leader unfeelingly.
“Why don’t you send one of your own kids? You really lord over us Auro! When the herd runs short on food, you and your family always get enough, even if it means others in our herd nearly starve to death!” snapped the kid’s mother.
“I won’t have any of your lip! Now, I’m sending both of your kids now! Let that be a lesson! Nobody challenges me!” snapped Auro. The herd started to try and move the two children away from the hiding spot. Chomper was horrified at what he was seeing!
Chomper came to the two trembling children. “Come with me quickly, before they spot you.”
The Swimmer children stare at Chomper in horror. “Go, I’ll hold it off!” the boy says to his sister. However, she doesn’t move, unwilling to leave her brother to, as she thinks will happen, die.
“No, I can’t leave you.” his sister replies.
“Come on. I don’t want the pack to find you.” Chomper tells them.
“How the heck did you learn to talk? I thought all Sharpteeth cared about was eating us.” said the boy.
“You are sadly misinformed. Sharpteeth only eat for food. We do lots of other things As it is, I am friendly toward Leaf Eaters like yourself. I eat Sharpteeth, Egg Stealers, and Domeheads.” said Chomper.
“Should we trust it? It might eat us when we let our guard down.” said the sister.
“Why is that guy so mean? He sent you to die like that.” asked Tiny. She had learned more Leaf Eater from Chomper and could speak it better now.
“Another talking one!” gasped the sister.
“He’s a terrible leader. He let some in our herd die due to his bad leadership. When my uncle questioned him, he banished him from the herd. My uncle got eaten by Sharpteeth two days later because he was all alone! That jerk has no conscience. We aren’t the first ones that he’s sent out to be sacrificed as distractions for Sharpteeth. I had a best friend. Really nice guy. Auro had him sent out to distract Sharpteeth when they were wandering too near our herd. He led the Sharpteeth away, but unfortunately got caught and eaten. He did out of spite against the kid’s mother, who he never liked. When she whined about it, he banished her and the rest of the family.” said the boy.
“Tell you what, perhaps I can deal with this creep.” said Chomper.
“Deal with? As in what?” asked Tiny.
Chomper drew a claw across his throat. Tiny gasped “But I thought you didn’t hunt Flatteeth!”
“Not any that have decency in them. I’ve never really encountered rotten ones. I had told you earlier that I wouldn’t mind taking out a real putz.” said Chomper.
“Be careful. There are a group in the herd that kiss his tush. They won’t let you take him down without a fight.” said the girl.
“Not to worry dear. This is one of those times when I am glad that I am born what I am.” said Chomper, smiling.
CHAPTER TWENTY
(Note: This chapter will also make you laugh a lot.)
Two and a half hours before dawn, Tiny is shaken awake.
What? she mutters sleepily.
Not so loud dear. I don’t want the whole pack awake. Chomper whispers to her.
What are we doing? You have more bowel blockage? Tiny asks him.
Chmper groans. No. Dealt with that last night. Right now, I was going to teach you Flattooth. If we can convince the Great Valley that I’m not bad, then I’d like to take you there to go live with me. It would be nice if you could speak Flattooth. said Chomper. And one more thing. Chomper adds. I want you to promise me that you will NEVER use the ability to speak Flattooth against Flatteeth. Tiny nods.
In the distance hidden by the foliage of a sapling full of tree stars, a Domehead watches the sleeping group. Then, he slips off after about five minuets.
Chomper and Tiny head into Berry Valley. Though I know Flatooth as well and can help you, I thought it would be helpful to also teach you Flattooth from actual Flatteeth. Chomper said to his wife.
He approaches some Yellow Bellies, Loofah, Doofah, and Foobie among them. “Hello there. I mean you no harm. I’m a Friendly Sharptooth. I thought you could help teach my wife Flattooth. I’d really appreciate it.” said Chomper to them. They try to hide by looking like common plants. Chomper walks over to the Yellow Bellies and sniffs them. “Nope, doesn’t smell like a plant. Now, can you help me?” Chomper asks them.
“It’s a talking Sharptooth!” says Loofah.
“I wonder what he wants.” said Doofah.
“Something about teaching his wife Flattooth.” said Loofah.
“Are you sure it’s a Sharptooth? Might be a weird looking Leaf Eater.” said Doofah. “Open your mouth dear.” said Doofah to Chomper. Chomper complies. Doofah climbs inside. “Hmmm, the teeth are pointy. I don’t see any green stuck to the teeth. I think this really is a Sharptooth.” said Doofah to Loofah.
“So, you want me to teach her flattooth do you? Not to worry your in good hands, I have a high teaching record of… “said a Yellow Belly, starting to count his fingers, “zero students.”
A second yellow belly says “That’s 15 times more then we usually have. Now lets see, tell her to say something.”
Chomper points at Doofah, then at the ground, indicating that he wants her out of his mouth so that he can reply to them without accidentally biting into her. A Yellow Belly facepalms. “Oh Doofah, always so silly, why do you have to go in their? A sharptooth’s mouth may look like a playground, but they need their space.”
“Hello anybody there?” she yells down the throat. “Hello, anybody there!” her voice echoes back. She gorws concerned “Hello, my name is Doofah.” she yells down Chomper’s throat. “Hello, my name is Doofah.” her voice echoes back. “He’s eaten someone named Doofah! We have to save her!” Doofah yells to her herd.
“Isn’t it a wonder we aren’t extinct?” a Yellow Belly exclaims in annoyance at the stupidity of many in his herd.
“Don’t worry help is on the way!” she jumps down Chomper’s throat gently sliding down his esophagus into his stomach.
Chomper goes searching for something to make hm barf up Doofah, hoping he can save her before he ends up digesting her. “Are you all right, er, Doofah? I didn’t want you to do that. Most Sharpteeth would, but I didn’t.” he says to her, prodding at his stomach.
Hey Tiny, could you get me lots of stink bugs? They should do the trick. said Chomper to his wife. He knew that stinkbugs, the kind that sprayed smelly stuff at you, didn’t work well with his inside and would cause him food loss. However, as he didn’t want Doofah to be food, he needed to do this. “Don’t worry Doofah, I’ll get you out soon.” Chomper said to Doofah.
“Don’t worry Doofah. I’ll find you and we’re going to get out of here.” said Doofah from inside of Chomper’s stomach.
Tiny came back to her husband. Sorry Chomper, all I can find is stink weed.
That’ll do. Just get enough so that it will cause me food loss. I don’t want the poor Yellow Belly getting digested. Chomper tells her.
Tiny begins gathering the stuff up. Actually I would be more worried about her ability to breath. See if there was air in your stomach you would only belch it out because it irritates, so we are about to find out if she is alive. Open your mouth.
Chomper opens his mouth. “Doofah, are you ok? Are you still alive in there?” he asks. He feels his stomach and finds that it is still wiggling. She’s alive still. Chomper told his wife. Now, hurry up. I don’t want to be the cause of death of another Flattooth.
Tiny not wanting to wait for him to finish stuffs the stink weed into his mouth just as he utters the word flattooth.
Loofah puts his face against Chomper’s stomach. “Doofah,my dear. Are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok. What in the name of all things berry did you do that for?” he asks her.
“What’s it like in the stomach of a Sharptooth? I’ve been chased by one before, but never actually gone inside of it.” asks a third Yellow Belly.
The stinkweed soon causes Chomper to feel funny in his stomach. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRP! He belches. Soon, after more bubbling, he cannot hold back anymore. BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! He vomits out Doofah. She lands on the ground, covered in slimy yellow barf. Next to her is undigested stinkweed and some partially digested Domehead bones. “Don’t EVER do that again!” Chomper shouts at Doofah.
“But, you ate someone named Doofah.” Doofah whined.
“Yes, you.” said Chomper, shaking his head. “Now that I’ve tossed my cookies, I need something to eat.” He heads to a stream in Berry Valley and eats several fish. “Mmm, these flopers are tasty.” he says, licking his lips.
“So, now that your friend has gotten a tour of my stomach, can you please help my wife learn Flattooth? Unless you don’t know how to teach her. In that case, you can just leave here. There is going to be an attack on this place soon at about the rising of the Bright Circle. We don’t have much time before the Bright Circle rises. Your friend Doofah took up some of it already. As it is, I think it’s safe if I start teaching Tiny first.” said Chomper.
He practices a few words with her. After about two hours, Tiny can say “I am a nice Sharptooth.”, “My favorite food is Domehead.”, “Hello my name is Tiny, what is yours?” and similar basic things.
“Hello, me Tiny. Me want you to help me learn Flattooth.” said Tiny to the Yellow Bellies.
“You’re learning fast, we didn’t even have to do anything yet. Now, about this attack, is it going to hurt?” asked a Yellow Belly.
Chomper, realizing that many of the Yellow Bellies are a few Sweet Bubbles short of a bunch, decides to explain it in terms that, hopefully, they can understand. “You remember what happened to Doofah?” Chomper asks them. The Yellow Bellies nod. “The same thing is going to happen to all of you, only you won’t be spat back up.” he informs them
.A Yellow Belly asked “But, won’t that kill us?”
“Me think that the point.” said Tiny in poor Leaf Eater.
“So, can you help Tiny learn Flattooth? I can help you avoid the pack.” said Chomper.
A Yellow Belly said “Repeat after me… I… am… Pretty.”
A second Yellow Belly muttered “We are suppose to teach her to speak our words, not be proud of her looks.”
“I am pretty.” said Tiny.
“Yes, you are dear.” said Chomper. He kisses her. She grins.
A Yellow Belly said “Repeat these words.”
A second Yellow Belly said “No, repeat these words!”
The first Yellow Belly said “No, these words!”
Tiny looks at the Yellow Bellies in confusion. “What am I to say?” she asks in poor Leaf Eater.
A Tickle Fuzzy during the confusion spots a Yellow Belly nest, she sneaks in picking up an egg in her jaws, then begins to head off to her home.
Chomper spots the Tickle Fuzzy and grabs him. “Nice try. You know what happens to Tickle Fuzzies that take eggs?” Chomper asks him. “What should I do with this egg thief?” Chomper asks the Yellow Bellies. The tickly fuzzy looks around nervously.
“I don’t know, but I’m not sticking around to find out!” With some graceful squirming and the natural oils on the creatures fur it slips out of Chomper’s grip, not taking any fall damage it imedeantly begins to run.
Tiny soon catches the creature. She picks him up again, this time making sure he doesn’t get away. “What should I do with it?” she says to the Yellow Bellies.
“Don’t eat me. I don’t taste good! I’d just be a mint to you!” begged the Tickle Fuzzy.
“Eat you? That is an idea.” said Tiny, smirking.
A Yellow Belly said “Our people are normally pacifist, but we can’t have things eating our eggs.”
The tickle fuzzy replied in resignation “Eat me, if I’m too incompetent to get away from you I deserve it. But can you at least feed my children one last time? That’s all I really wanted.”
Chomper asks “Cannot you get something other than eggs? I mean, those will be Yellow Bellies. If you can, perhaps you should have thought about your kids before you tried steal eggs. Also, where is your mate?”
The tickle fuzzy replies “He was one of those dine and dash kinda males. My burrow is over their, I forage when the children sleep. You say, Yellow Belly eggs become Yellow Bellies?”
Chomper shakes his head. “You should be faithful to your mate. I find it really wrong that he put you in this position. Yes, Yellow Belly eggs hatch into Yellow Bellies. I believe your story and will let you go, provided that you promise not to take anymore eggs from here.” he says to the tickle fuzzy.
The tickle fuzzy remarks “Normally I would thank you for sparing my life. But your also the one who endangered it in the first place.” The tickle fuzzy manages to squirm lose yet again. “It’s a deal, no more eggs.” She scampers off to go find something else.
The Yellow Bellies begin to gather what they can, and then begin to get on a large fallen tree in the river. They start to drift off waving goodbye.
Chomper and his wife return to the pack just before they get up. The two pretend to be asleep.
Phyco gets up and kicks Chomper and Tiny, who quickly get up. Sorry, I just want to get food. he says.
Soon, the rest of the pack is up. They head into Berry Valley but find it deserted.
I thought you said there were Yellow Bellies here. Rusty says to Shredder.
There were. I have no idea what happened. I do know one thing though. It means we won’t be having any breakfast. Shredder replies. The pack moans.
Phyco finds the Yellow Belly that had drowned the previous night. He eats it. This is rather fattening, but I still like it. he remarks.
A pack member feels what used to be a Yellow Belly nest. Still warm, they must have known we where coming and outran us. Those sly devils. They didn’t leave much of a trail; its like they just vanished like smoke. she says.
There is no way the Yellow Bellies could have known we were coming. I mean, they are one of the dumbest types of Flatteeth out there. Rusty remarks.
The pack member blushes. Uh, perhaps they just went to get a berry dessert somewhere better then here. Anyway, what shall we do now?
Ok, that was a nasty setback. You guys BLEW it this time. We did so nicely with those Clubtails and with those Domeheads yet you let fat stupid Yellow Bellies get away. Clearly, you were not careful enough to hide your tracks and got spotted! We will go to a place where there are two herds: one of Spiketails and the other Swimmers. It’s a swampy place so walk your step. says Shredder. Oh, and we’re on a tight schedule. Only about seven risings and settings of the Bright Circle till we attack the Great Valley. So, we won’t have time to stop to eat on the way there. Let that be a lesson to you for messsing up. Also, if you have to go, hold it till we get there. I cannot afford any more delay. Shredder adds. The pack growns. They soon sets out.
“I did this to the poor pack.” Chomper whispered to Tiny. He used Leaf Eater to make it harder for them to be understood in the event they were overheard.
“I admit, I am going to miss the meals, but those Yellow Bellies owe you their lives.” Tiny whispered back.
Come on now guys. I gotta pee! Rusty whines.
Tucompso, meanwhile, gets up a little after the Great Circle rises. He walks over to the big lake for a drink, then stops and stares at his reflection.
Why hello there what is your name? It’s been a while since I have been with my own kind. he says to it. It doesn’t reply. Eventually, he grows tired of talking to it. I will see you later, I wanna go see what Ruby is up to. You know where to find me.
Sometime later he finds Ruby quickly and easily. Morning Ruby, want to play?
Ruby, however, is still asleep. However, his noise wakes up Ruby’s daughter Ovi. Ovi, unlike her mother, does not understand Sharptooth. “Oh, a mini-Sharptooth.” she says. She picks up Tucompso and runs with him.
Where are we going? the shorty sharptooth asks. She doesn’t understand him and so doesn’t reply. She goes and prods awake Ducky’s son, Splasher.
“Splasher, get up!” she mutters.
“What is it Ovi?” he asks sleepily.
“Found a mini-Sharptooth. We can use it to play a game in the Sheltering Grass.” Ovi replies.
The two take Tucompso to the Sheltering Grass. Ovi sets him down, though still holding him. “I am a scary Sharptooth! Fear me!” says Ovi, moving Tucompso toward Splasher’s hands.
“Oh no. It is a Sharptooth. What are we going to do?” says Splasher in a playful voice, pretending to be a herd of Flatteeth. He moves his left hand to represent the herd.
“I am the Lone Dinosaur. I will save you.” he says playfully. He moves his right hand to represent the Lone Dinosaur.
“Surrender Lone Dinosaur, I’m the biggest, scariest, meanest, ugliest Sharptooth around!” says Ovi, moving Tucompso toward Splasher’s right hand.
“Well, I’m here to save the herd from you and your evil ways. Get lost now Sharptooth or feel a world of hurt!” said Splasher, moving his right hand toward Tucompso.
“Yum. A tasty herd of Spiketails. I shall eat them.” says Ovi, moving Tucompso toward Splasher’s left hand.
“All right, you asked for it.” said Splasher in a tough voice. He flicks Tucompso in the nose, pretending to be whacking him with the tial of the Lone Dinosaur.
Ouch! Tucompso whines.
“You’ll pay for that!” shouts Ovi. She swings Tucompso’s claws, hitting Splasher’s left hand.
“Ouch, that kinda hurt.” says Splasher in his real voice. “You’ll pay for that you stinking Sharptooth varment!” shouts Splasher. He again whacks Tucompso.
I don’t think I like this game very much. Tucompso remarks.
Ruby soon comes to the rescue of Tucompso. “Ovi and Splasher, Tucompso is NOT a toy!” she scolds, wagging her fingers at them.
Thank you. says Tucompso gratefully.
No problem. Ruby replies.
I actually did think of a LBT story where Littlefoot would meet the Rainbow Faces, who would have the capability of time travel for some reason. Littlefoot would suggest the Gang of Seven go back in time and defeat Sharptooth perhaps a day BEFORE the Great Earthshake, thus stopping Littlefoot’s mother from being killed.
The plan ends up working, as they trip Sharptooth off a cliff to his death where he drowns in a pool of water. However, Littlefoot doesn’t notice as he gets back into the time thingy, that Ruby has vanished and that Chomper suddenly turns less friendly and becomes more snarly and tries to take a bite at Cera before he too vanishes, as does Petrie.
When Littlefoot returns to the present, he finds that Chomper, Ruby, and Petrie are gone but his mother is still alive. (No, this one doesn’t quite go like my thoughts above where loads more die.) When Littlefoot asks about Petrie, Littlefoot’s mothering informs him that Petrie’s mother had died in a mudslide a short while ago and that Petrie and his siblings had gone to live with Pterano, who was still banished for five cold times. When he brings up how Chomper saved her, Littlefoot’s mother is confused and says that it would be nuts for him to befriend a Sharptooth and that she had actually grounded him for the Sinking Sands incident in movie II so he couldn’t have been out that night. (Yes, the damage also results in one less sibling for Ducky.)
(At this point, as Littlefoot knows he can alter the timeline back to normal, I’m wondering if it would be out of character for Littlefoot to, at this moment, to decide to leave Petrie’s mother dead as long as he now gets his own mother or do you think it’s plausible that Littlefoot wouldn’t act yet just so he could keep his mother?)
Littlefoot goes and tracks down Petrie, Chomper, and Ruby. Chomper is dangerous for a while, having never been made friendly. However, Ruby, who is billingual, ends up helping him learn Leaf Eater. They also still have to fight Red Claw. It takes years, but after reaching adulthood, they finally defeat Red Claw.
However, to their shock, Chomper, who had been acting nice, reveals that, in his new form, he LIKES being a mean Sharptooth and that he was merely using them to get rid of Red Claw so that he can rule the Mysterious Beyond for himself.
A fight ensues, and eventually, Chomper, along with Screech, Thud, and others, possibly including Dil and Ichy, attack the Great Valley, resulting in the deaths of Mr. Threehorn and Mama Swimmer. Littlefoot and his friends all run, wondering what to do. The Rainbow Faces meet them. However, Littlefoot is still hesitant to lose his mother all over again.
However, his mother, upon hearing this, tells him that she would NEVER want the world to be worse just so she could live to see Littlefoot grow up. Before the group can get too close to the time thing, which now takes longer to make as they are bigger, Chomper heads after them.
Littlefoot’s mother tells them to go and fights him off to buy Littlefoot time, telling him that she loves him and goodbye. As Chomper, in his bad form, is stronger than Sharptooth, he soon fells her and Littlefoot has to watch her die all over again. Her efforts, though, allow Littlefoot to get to the time thingy and go back in time and stop himself and the others from stopping Sharptooth from killing Littlefoot’s mother. Littlefoot then goes back to the present, which, having undone the world he altered, is now basically where he left off at about age 11 when he left.
He hugs Chomper and says that, though his mother is dead, her death at least allowed him to be nice and save lives that way and that it’s foolish to try and change the past.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
(Note: This chapter will really make you laugh.)
Tucompso said Has anything exciting happened? I’m a slow learner, Flattooth talk still sounds primitive and incomprehensive.
Mimus and Sapphire, meanwhile, just keep their distance from most of the herd. They pick a spot that seems not so crowded and begin building a new nest for their young.
Yes, the story we heard about Chomper turned out not to be exactly what Guido thought happened but something else that we didn’t think had happened. Chomper was just protecting a girlfriend of his. He wasn’t being a bad Sharptooth. I’m not sure why Shredder though was talking to him as though he was an ally. said Ruby.
Chomper is probably just pretending to be an ally. I think Shredder thought, when Chomper killed the Clubtails, that he was one of them. I just hope that Chomper can keep up his guard and not let anything slip that will give him away. said Tucompso.
I’m sure he’ll manage. said Ruby.
Tucompso said So anyway, about what we talked about earlier, this, death from being old thing, do you happen to know how soon and or long until it decides its time to get me too? Ruby, are you just not answering because you know I won’t live long and you don’t want me to be afraid?
Ruby replied I do not know when death, even by old age, will come for anyone. As for myself, if I knew when it would come for me, I would not be there when it was supposed to come but would be someplace else.
Good answer. Tucompso remarked. I do not want to die, but I suppose if I have to, I would like it to be for something bigger then my self, no pun intended.
Meanwhile, Chomper and the others left the Mountains that Burn. The pack has many dead Domeheads. The group rests that night. Several Sharpteeth call over Chomper. They are near a magma heat vent.
Hey Chomper, we’re going to have a little bet. said Rusty.
What kind of bet? Chomper asks.
We’re going to see who can eat the most green food without food loss (barfing). I bet you all my Domeheads that I can beat you. said Rusty.
Nah, I can beat both of you. said a brown Two Claw.
No way, I’m going to win this wager. said a third.
Tiny, we’re going to get lots of Domeheads for dinner tonight. Chomper whispered to Tiny. He still wasn’t fond of of green food. However, he’d eaten some of it in the Great Valley and at least worked up enough of a tolerance to it that he didn’t spit it out when he chewed it and could down some of it.
Phyco removes a plant from the collection. Trust me, you do not want to eat that! When I was close to starvation I once tried eating that plant, and I was on my back for eight hours with a racing heart mucus coming out my mouth and a really bad pain in the lower tummy. Then when I recovered I had red water in my bladder water. I can’t remember what happened after the hallucinations started and I found my self in a rising creek with colony crawlers. The rest are safe, for being you know, plants, but don’t eat that one, ever! he said.
I’ll take note of that. said Chomper. Chomper picked up some Tree Stars. How about these? Chomper asks.
I am not fond of those. The only good I think they are for would be to wipe my tush after taking a dump. I cannot imagine anyone eating them. said Rusty.
Well, I think I can take down one. said a grey Sharptooth named Geirr. He puts one in his mouth, chews on it, and swallows. He grimaces. Time for a second one. he remarks. He tries it but cannot down it and spits it out. The group laughs.
Phyco, meanwhile, has just been looking around for a good stick this whole time, but he has had no success because he can’t manage examining them while holding them with his mouth and his arms are too short.
Rusty ate three Tree Stars. As he tried the fifth, he coughed as he put it near his mouth. None of the others, minus Chomper, who hadn’t tried yet, could top that. Well Chomper, you will need five or me to beat me, or else I get your Domeheads. he said.
The guy can’t do it. said Gerrir.
Chomper eats nine Tree Stars. One at a time. He then eats a tenth. After that, he grimaces and coughs. No more. he said. The group, gasping in astonishment, all hands him the Domeheads that they had bet. He hands them all to Tiny. Here you go dear. Lots of Domeheads for your supper. he says.
Bet she’ll like that Chomper. Ok, next, we do Tree Sweets. said Rusty.
Phyco having found the perfect stick sits with it watching the group, waiting.
Phyco, what are you doing? Chomper asks him.
Phyco replies Nothing yet, and nothing I would ever want to do. When I was a orphan all alone in the wild, starving and bad at hunting, I ate many bad idea items such as, my own waste, ground puffers (mushrooms) and of corse, green stuff such as what you are eating. I figured if flatteeth can eat that green crap maby I can too. I ate four times as much as you have eaten now. It took 45 days before I could poop after that and it came out looking the same as when it went in. I am going to hate having to do this, you would probably be in a lot of pain, but trust me, you’re going to be glad you have someone to help it come out.
The group stares at Phyco, their eyebrows raised. You’ll have to tell me about your adventures in your childhood sometime Phyco. I know a lot of kids and others who would love to hear them, as would I. said Chomper. He wondered though, if he could ever tell the Great Valley them. They, as far as he knew, hated him now.
Rusty eats 10 Sweet Bubbles. No more. he says.
How about you Phyco. How many can you take? Genrirr asks.
Chomper, meanwhile, eats 20 Tree Sweets. He again wins. He Phyco, want some Domeheads? Chomper asks.
Absolutely, I love domeheads. maby when their herd has repopulated we can hunt them again. Phyco replied, grabbing some of them and munching on them, starting with their heads.
Ok, round three. Sweet Bubbles. says Rusty.
Good idea, tell them my childhood story while they are young. After all the world has far to many sane people already.” He says in complete seriousness and without sarcasm or passive aggression. “I don’t really want to relive that moment, but if your sure you would be honored if I join your game, some one volunteer to deconstapate me when it is my turn and I’m in. said Phyco.
We won’t have bowel stoppage. Don’t worry. Besides, if you do, I am NOT sticking my claws near your tush. says Rusty. The others nod.
The group again tries. Phyco decides not to play after all. Chomper wins round three. Ha. Domeheads for me. he says. The group monas. They have lost all of their Domeheads. The group grows to bed. Chomper, meanwhile, picks up the pants Phyco said not to eat. He grabs them, thinking they might be useful if ever has to has use them agianst one of the pack.
The next morning, Shredder tells them Ok, we are going to attack a Yellow Belly herd next. The group all heads toward Berry Valley. Though Chomper has heard of the place, he has never been there. Around evening, the pack rests outside of Berry Valley. Chomper is alone with Tiny and Phyco. He feels funny in his insides.
Er, Phyco, I have a problem. says Chomper. I have stuff inside of me that wants to come out but can’t, if you know what I mean.
Don’t worry, you won’t have boweld stoppage. Phyco says mockingly.
Well I do. You were right. So now what? asks Chomper, grunting in pain.
Do you need the stick treatment? Phyco asks hoping that isn’t the case. Phyco holds the stick and waits for his answer.
I think I do! Just help me already! Chomper grunts.
Phyco sticks the stick up Chomper’s tush, wiggling it around and then yanking it out, digested domehead comes out along with green tree stars and other plants in their proper color.
A yellowbelly happens to witness this. She is standing next to water. What she has just seen shocks her so much that she faints. She falls into the water and drowns.
Tiny laughs hard. Shut it Tiny or you won’t get the Domeheads I have still left over from last night. Chomper shouts. Tiny quiets.
Sometime later, Chomper remarks. Rusty was right. These Tree Stars are good for wiping your tush. He and the others go off to bed.
I’ll always remember this day. Tiny laughs.
Well, just remember, one day something will happen to you and I’ll be there to laugh about it. her mate grumbles. The two soon fall asleep, hugigng each other.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Meanwhile, Mimus said “Why does everyone call our kind Egg Stealers anyway? I’ll have you know our diet does not dis include tree stars and small lizards. We simply need high levels of protein to retain proper health. Now, he had a opportunity to feed us to some other sharptooth he was with. But he told her he promised to let him go because he wanted to know where shredder was and I kinda lead him in the right direction. Now would you people please stop passing a kidney stone every time you say the word EAT.”
“By any chance did you meet Chomper anytime after that?” Littlefoot asked them.
“Why yes, he met us about two days ago. Said that Shredder was near us and wanted to warn us. As he left, we heard him muttering something in Sharptooth to his friends about warning Clubtails.” said Sapphire. “I know he had a girlfriend too.”
“Girlfriend?” gasped Littlefoot.
“Appears so.” said Mimus.
“What did she look like?” asked Littlefoot. They described Tiny.
“Wait, if he wanted to warn them, then why did he kill them?” asked Littlefoot. The Egg Stealers shrugged to show that they didn’t know. Then it dawned on Littlefoot. Chomper must have been attacked. Perhaps he had just protected one of his friends or himself. It wasn’t maliciousness. Guido had been wrong. The Sharptooth Guido had described being with Chomper was blue like her. Perhaps the Clubtails had attacked her. He knew, that, were Ali’s life in mortal danger, he WOULD kill to protect her.
“Quickly, we’ve got to tell the Great Valley. Chomper is still our friend.” said Littlefoot, heading back toward the Great Valley with the two Egg Stealers.
“Must it be quickly? I am scared I might drop one of my children.” Mimus says in a worried tone.
Chomper, meanwhile, heads into the Mountians that Burn. He sniffs the air, trying to smell out the Domeheads. He recalls Cera telling him that they had attacked her here years ago. Thus, he doesn’t really care if they get hurt, especially as they had tried to eat her. However, the region is certainly a challenge. The air is annoynig enough to Flatteeth, but to a Sharptooth, it is worse as their sense of smell is stronger.
Chomper wisely blocks his nose with a Tree Star. He doesn’t much like the smell of it, but it’s better than the surrounding smell of ash and tar. He spots a Domehead and moves toward him. He soon realizes, recalling the description Cera gave him of her attackers, that this is one of them.
Hello, my little Domehead friend. Chomper says, grinning.
Get out Sharptooth. You’re not welcome! shouts the Domehead.
“You mean, I’m not welcome, just like a little Threehorn girl?” Chomper asks, giving the Domehead an icy look.
“How did you know…?” gasps the Domehead.
Another Domehead said “Why wouldn’t we welcome something we can eat? Look around, there are no plants here, the smoking mountains eruptions are like the tide of the great water. The key to surviving here is to know when to go where it is safer and when it is safe somewhere else. Any plant that tries to grow here either dies from flowing fire or from toxic oil leaking from the ground. Therefore anything we can eat is more then welcome to come hear. Why? you happen to be looking for a Theehorn? There’s one.” He points to a Threehorn skeleton slightly stuck in the tar. “Now go away. Outsiders are bad luck.”
“I was talking about a Threehorn many cold times ago. You tried to attack her and then this horrible black thing showed up and chased you off.” said Chomper.
“Yes, I recall that.” said one of the Domeheads.
“By the way, I don’t like your snarkiness.” said Chomper to the second Domehead.
The second Domehead said “I don’t recall any three horn girl…”
A third Domehead said “You weren’t born yet.”
The second Domehead said “No interrupting. But, I do not like trespassers. What are you going to do, begin a genocide on my people over one little incident that happened long ago? I don’t see any justification in that. Now leave our territory, their is nothing for you here and you can’t last out hear if you don’t know the land.”
“Actually, I would like to punish the guilty. I do have to eat too you know.” said Chomper, smirking at them. He jumped through the air, landed next to the frrst Domehead, the one who had tried to kill Cera, dodged a headbutt attempt from the creature’s domed head, and sliced off his head with hsi claws.
Tiny and Phyco ran to Chomper, hearing an attack.
You Domheads are in for a world of hurt. said Tiny.
Time for playtime! Phyco laughed.
“What are you doing just standing there, counter attack! Form the line!” shouted the second Domehead.
The second Domehead tries to attack Phyco. He knocks Phyco over. However, Tiny then knocked the Domehead over. Phyco gets back up and grabs the Domehead and dips his head into lava. Mmm, roasted Domehead. said Phyco.
Oh Phyco. Chomper sighed. Phyco moved to bite into the Domehead. I would’t do that if I were you Phyco. said Chomper.
Why not? asked Phyco. He bit into the burned part of the Domehead. Hot! Hot! Hot! he cried, moaning in pain. Chomper and Tiny shook their heads.
Rusty and some other members of the pack arrived and attacked the Domeheads.
A Domehead shouted “I swear to the spirit of the fire mountains, one day, you will pay for this!” The Domeheads begin to retreat.
Meanwhile, Littlefoot, Mimus, and Sapphire arrive in the Great Valley.
Mimus said “It’s certainly a lot bigger on the inside isn’t it?”
Sapphire whispered to him “We been here, remember?”
Minus remarked “That was what, days ago? I haven’t had a proper eye full. So, you sure it’s safe here?”
“Where have you been Littlefoot? We were looking all over for you!” snapped Cera.
“Cera, I was just out there, wanting some alone time to think. I ran into some Egg Stealers.” said Littlefoot.
“We don’t need anymore misfits here! We had Chomper and look how he turned out!” Cera snapped.
“Chomper is a nice Sharptooth. From what I guessed from what I heard from the Egg Stealers, the Sharptooth that was with Chomper, the one the Clubtails attacked, was his girlfriend. He was just protecting her. The Clubtails forced him to fight them.” said Littlefoot.
A while later, the Great Valley called a meeting. They all found out that Chomper was innocent.
“So, what do we do now?” asked Shorty.
I had a Dachshund named Noel. I got her a few months after our dog Pepper that I had since I was 8 or 9 months old passed away. He lived to be about 9.5. He had a heart murmur and likely died or a stroke or seizure or something. He did have either a stroke or seizure a few days before his death but lived through it. My parents kept it from me as they thought I, at about 10, was too young to know. It was a bad move as I found him dead a few days later and lost trust in my parents over it for years.
We got Noel around Christmas of 1999. All was well till about 2014, when she had some walking problems and sometimes couldn’t hold her bladder anymore. I started then to fear I was losing her. However, she lasted till the beginning of June, at which point, she REALLY went downhill. She was flopping over and peeing herself. It almost looked like bloat. However, as bloat is supposed to be fatal and fast acting, when she didn’t die within a day or two, we figured it couldn’t be bloat.
She made it to June 4th, still sometimes flopping over and peeing herself (including one time, she peed herself when rolling after I gave her a bath (I thought her weird actions might be from really bad arthritis.) After she flopped over again on June 4th, though very reluctant to put her down, even threatening to kidnap her and run off with her if my parents tried it (my fear was that they might just want her put down someday just to say some $$$ on carpet if she peed too much.).
We took her to the vet. I had convinced my dad to check to see what was wrong with her just so I wouldn’t feel guilty. I then left the room and they did put her down. Dad said later that they had found that her liver had swollen to twice the size it should be and had started to leak fluid in her body. That was why she was panting like her lung was weak and she sometimes fell over and peed. It was due to all the fluid in her body. Indeed, it was so bad that at first the vet couldn’t find her heartbeat. They said they could do some operation to fix her, but
1.) It wasn’t guaranteed to save her at her age.
2.) She already couldn’t hear well.
3.) She had terrible arthritis and couldn’t walk well.
4.) She couldn’t see well.
5.) Her sense of smelling of going.
6.) Her energy was about 0.
7.) She was already 89 in dog years.With that in mind, Dad said he decided to put her down, which I agreed with.
That picture was the last one taken of her (about a few hours before her death).
She was one of the longest living dogs in our entire extended family. Another thing, that was likely painful both for her too was that her neighbor dog friend also wasn’t doing well. At 13, he had gotten such a bad heart that it was too dangerous to even walk him across the yard as he could have a heart attack. He was put down about 2 weeks after she was.
Also, I nicknamed her “Wuba” (after some term I heard on Rugrats as a kid). I nicknamed my first dog “Diggy” (because he liked to dig) and our current one is nicknamed “Barkah Warkah” because he likes to bark and bark and bark.
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I did have a funny idea for one episode. The kids would be around those lava vent things they almost use as a campfire. And they would be using Chomper as mosquito repellent (he’d eat the bugs).
Loads of stories. I like to talk about them a lot. My fanfics tend to get me in trouble at some forums. Not because they are bad, but because I like to talk about them too much.
Well, I invented my own places there:
1.) White Mountains (a series of mountains about 2 days journey from the Great Valley. Seen in my movie LBT 19.)
2.) Hunter Valley (a place where Fast Biters live. About halfway between the Great Valley and the Land of Mists.)
3.) Valley of Sharpteeth (place some hours from the Great Valley. Occupied by Sharpteeth who were once living in the Great Valley 100 years earlier but were driven out by Leaf Eaters. They want to take back the Great Valley.) Interestingly, it also has lots of green food, which works to the advantage of the Sharptooth residents, who enjoy the Leaf Eaters who can smell it and see it from the outside and go in after it. The place only has, as far as they know, one entrance (there is another way out, but I wouldn’t recommend it unless chased as you have to do down a steep cliff area to get to it.) and ambushes for Flatteeth can be easily set.
Me.
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I had a Littlefoot toy from years ago but don’t think I have it anymore. It came out when movie IV came out I think.
I do have a Longneck bank though. I have a bunch of stuffed penguins, including a favorite one named Melissa and a big one named Waddle. I have a stuffed mongoose named Rikki-tikki-tavi, another one named Avia-tia-tara, and a third named Rikki Jr. I also have a Meerkat named Timon.
I also have a cute stuffed penguin that will need some repairs (its eyes glued back on and some of the stuffing put back in) that happened to be found by my hyper new dog.
I have some dog beneie babies too.
Ruby: Chomper, it is good that the Cubs have won the Pennant, but do you have to play music all night just because the Cubs won the Pennant?
Chomper: What music?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V6T0lJc3dU
Ruby: That music.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The male Egg Stealer said “You saved my family! Thank you long neck, thank you thank you thank you! If their is anything I can do to repay you, anything at all.” he says kissing Littlefoot’s not-so-little feet.
“For starters, don’t eat any eggs from the Great Valley.” said Littlefoot.
“Why did you save us?” asked the female Egg Stealer.
“Because I couldn’t let you drown.” said Littlefoot.
“But we steal eggs.” said the male.
“Well, I can look past that.” said Littlefoot. “My name is Littlefoot. What are your names?” he asks them.
The male Egg Stealer says “That’s refreshing, I never thought I would meet someone who doesn’t hate us just because of our nature. Anyway, my name is Mimus.”
“And I am Sapphire.” said the female Egg Stealer.
Sapphire said “My apologies, I was just so distracted by shock that you saved us instead of trying to crush us, or chasing us around calling us no good egg stealers! Well, at least we always be sure to leave at least some to hatch, and we would eat the eggs of virgins instead if we could, but is anyone grateful that we don’t just go on a psychopathic quest to just obliterate entire nest simply because their always so unkind to us rather then for a meal?”
Mimus said “My apologies for her ravings, we been through a lot, and now we are homeless. Again.
“So, Littlefoot, you said for starters. What else does thanking you for saving us include?”
“Well, I’m not sure what else you can do. You see, the Great Valley is likely to come under attack by this Sharptooth who killed my mother years ago. I used to live in the Mysterious Beyond when I was little. Sharptooth attacked my mother the day of the Great Earthshake. She died in his attack. We thought we’d drowned Sharptooth near the Great Valley, but apparenlty he survived. And then, as if his return weren’t bad enough, my Sharptooth friend Chomper goes and joins his side, killing Clubtails. I don’t know why I’m telling you this though. It’s not like you could help us beat Shredder and Chomper. Well, nice meeting you.” said Littlefoot, starting to walk away back toward the Great Valley.
Mimus said “Well at least Chomper would never go back on his word. He did take away my dignity when he had a little fun with us earlier but if their is one thing I love its someone who would keep their word. Good luck to you big fo.. I mean, Littlefoot, we need to find a new home and have no time to waste.” With that, the egg stealers start to head out.
“Wait, you have met Chomper too? Did you know anything about him and why he might have turned agianst us? It sounds like you’ve met him before.” said Littlefoot. He blocked the path of the Egg Stealers. “I know you want to find a new home, but this is important. I HAVE to know about Chomper. If he’s gone over to join Sharptooth, he’ll know all the entrances and exits of the Great Valley. That will mean that we are pretty vulnerable. I tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. As long as you don’t take our eggs and don’t bring someone else’s eggs into the Great Valley and don’t tell us that you’re stealing eggs, we’ll turn a blind eye to it and we’ll let you live in the Great Valley as your new home. I can help arrange that as, well, my grandparents passed away and now my wife Ali and I are now part of the leadership of the Great Valley.” said Littlefoot.
“Well he certainly seemed determined to find shredder and his pack, it seemed pretty urgent how dramatic he was getting about it. He told a shorty sharptooth something about wanting to find out why he wanted to attack the whole Great Valley just to get to… That’s right, the Great Valley will be invaded soon won’t it? that’s why Chomper adviced staying away from it for a while.” said Mimus.
“I admit, I didn’t see this coming. Why would Chomper join with Shredder? It doesn’t make sense. Perhaps he just caved to his Sharptooth nature after staying with them for some time. But if that’s true, can he still be trusted? He might try and eat us if he comes back. I mean, Guido saw him kill Clubtails. I wonder, do you know of anyone who knows where Chomper is? Also, this does concern you. If Chomper has gone rogue, that may mean he may be planning to feed you to the pack. I’m surprised he let you even go as, well, we gave him instructions to EAT any Egg Stealers that try and take our eggs from the Great Valley. You said you met him near the Great Valley and it likely meant that you were up to no good, as Egg Stealers only come here for one reason only. Unless he’s no longer serving us. Perhaps he planned to join Shredder ever since he found out about him. Perhaps he’s afraid of siding with us. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe all Sharpteeth are cowards.” said Littlefoot.
Meanwhile, Chomper and Tiny run across the storm. Tiny slips into the water and goes under. Chomper dives in and goes after her. He pulls her to safety, though collapses soon afteward once they get to shore.
“You can swim? Few of our kind can.” said Tiny in awe.
“I almost drowned when I was three. I determined not to let water get the best of me again.” said Chomper. Tiny moves him back to the pack, which is only a short distance away from where they are.
Glad you could make it. The group would like you to lead the next hunt. said Shredder.
But I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon. Chomper complained.
They insisted. You should be honored. We’re taking on Domeheads this time. We’re going to the Mountains that Burn. Should be fun terrain. said Shredder.
Domeheads? Like the creatures that eat both plants and meat and try and eat Flatteeth. This should be interesting. Chomper thought.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Meanwhile, Chomper, who didn’t know about the sad event that Littlefoot had suffered, arrived at the home of his parents. Mom and Dad. It’s me. said Chomper.
Hello son. What brings you here in the middle of the night? asked his mother.
Well, I thought you’d want to know that I’m married. said Chomper.
Married. To whom? We’ve never met the girl. said his father.
She’s right here. It was true love at first sight. said Chomper. He introduced them to Tiny.
She’s a real looker, Chomper. said his father.
I’ve also got a problem. said Chomper.
You tend to get those when you get hitched Chomper. It comes with the territory. said his father. Chomper laughed and his mother rolled her eyes.
No, it’s about the Great Valley. said Chomper. He told them everything about Shredder and the accident with the Clubtails.
When Chomper was done, Chomper’s father said As though a Flattooth wouldn’t do the same to defend himself and to defend those he loved. I’m sure the Great Valley will understand if you explain. This Guido must just have a bug up his tush.
Chomper did recall how Littlefoot and his friends had tried to drown Shredder. Perhaps he could bring that up as an example of why he had acted how he had. After all, there was really no difference. However, he knew that the Great Valley might not let him there alive to go tell them that.
Chomper, still in thought, noticed Tiny, who seemed sick. What’s the matter dear? he asked her.
Before she could reply, she vomitted. Food loss. Oh dear. Chomper moaned.
Tiny turned to stare at him. Chomper, I’m pregnant. she said.
Chomper, though he knew this could happen,was still taken aback. He was going to be a father! He felt elated.
When are you going to have the eggs? asked Chomper’s mother.
In a few days I expect. Hopefully before the attack on the Great Valley. Tiny answered.
Chomper noticed the Bright Circle heading over the horizon. They were two hours away from the pack. And they had just that long to get back. We need to go. said Chomper.
Hope to see you two soon. said Chomper’s parents, waving goodbye.
Meanwhile, Tucompso asked Ruby So, what caused those longnecks to die? where they sick? Did they have a bad growth? (cancer)
They were just old. And when you get old enough, you die. It’s just part of the Circle of Life. I don’t like it, but it is what it is. Besides, they are with their daughter now. She got killed by Shredder 20 cold times ago. Today was really hard for Littlefoot. It’s like losing his mother all over again. said Ruby.
Guido, meanwhile, talked to his new girlfriend. “Normally the Great Valley is happy. It’s been unpleasant lately with the threat of Sharptooth, with Chomper going rogue, and with the death of the Longnecks. I think we are the last Gliders on this side of the Great Divide.” said Guido.
Guido tried to get her worms to eat. However, he misses and instead grabs Tricia’s tail. “Ouch!” said Tricia.
“Sorry Tricia.” said Guido, embarassed. In the confusion, the worms have gotten away. “So much for getting some grub.” Gudio laments.
“I can get some from that rotting tree over there.” said Tricia. She charges at a tree and hits it with her two horns, knocking it over. The rotting bark breaks open, revealing lots of Crawlers. Guido and his girlfriend eagerly head toward them.
You can die just from getting old? I have never seen that where I come from. And I don’t think it’s fair. How long do I have left? Am I old yet? asked the energetic shorty sharptooth Tucompso.
You can die from many things. Falling into a Gurgly Pit, being eaten by a Sharptooth, dying during an Earthshake, dying of hunger or thirst, dying in a fight with another Leaf Eater (yes, I’ve heard of such things), falling off a cliff, being stepped on by a bigger dinosaur, getting buried during a sand cloud, being buried by a landslide (avalanche), being in too much heat, too much cold, drowning, falling into tarpits or sinkings sands, or of old age. Old age seems the best way to go. said Ruby.
I don’t think so. I see it as just knowing it’s going to happen and slowly waiting for it to do so. If we survive all those other things attempts to kill us, haven’t we earned some sort of right to continue to live forever? Who thought this was necessary to add to the list? said Tucompso.
It’s part of the Circle of Life my friend. We aren’t meant to know everything. Ruby replied.
Ruby dives into water, pulls out a snapping shell, and eats it. She gives Tucompso another one. Then she goes and eats Sweet Bubbles. If you can eat meat, why do you eat that disgusting stuff? Tucompso asks her.
Littlefoot, meanwhile, heads out into the Mysterious Beyond. He wants to be alone. He is saddened about the loss of his grandparents. Also, he is angry about Chomper. He walks alongside a beach near a cave, thinking alone.
Meanwhile, nearby, the two Egg Stealers are happy. They have laid their eggs.
“Pretty things. Aren’t they?” said the male.
“Yep. I don’t produce ugly stuff.” said the female.
Outside, thunder rumbled and it began to rain. “Glad we picked this cave. It should keep us safe from the sky water.” said the male Egg Stealer.
Littlefoot, meanwhile, moves underneath trees to avoid the rain. He still gets hit with some, but avoid most of it. However, he moves as lightning flashes in the sky, hitting a tree 100 yards from him. He heads toward the cave but finds he can’t get in.
“Oh just my luck!” he moans.
However, as it keeps raining, he sees that the beach behinid him is flooding. He is about to head another way, toward higher ground. However, he pauses. He thinks he hears voices crying for help in there. Meanwhile, water, falling in from the roof, starts to flood the cave.
“Didn’t think of that genius, did you?” grumbled the female. The room continues to flood.
The two worry about their eggs. They hear Littlefoot outside. At this point, they don’t care if he’s an angry Flattooth, upset about some lost eggs, or even a hungry Sharptooth. “Help us!” the two cry.
“Damn we just cannot get a break can we.” grumbled the male Egg Stealer.
Fins from swimming Sharpteeth begin to pop up in the water.
“Would you Sharpteeth just go somewhere else?” shouts the male Egg Stealer. He says throwing a glassy volcanic rock at one of them. “Maybe if we climb high enough into the rock we can find somewhere safe to set the eggs.” he tries climbing but some kind of algae slime grows on the rock making it to slippery.
The Swimming Sharptooth comes toward Littlefoot. Littlefoot dodges the Swimming Sharptooth and it misses him. It hits the blockage of the cave, breaking it open. LIttlefoot goes around the Swimming Sharptooth and heads into the cave. He meets the Egg Stealers.
“Great, a Longneck.” mutters the female Egg Stealer. The two almost drown in the water. However, Littlefoot, feeling sorry for them, rescues them and their eggs with his neck. They reach the back of the cave. The water is rising right behind them.
“We’re doomed!” cried the male Egg Stealer.
Littlefoot whacks the cave wall with his tail. The wall shatters, opening up due to the force. The three run out of the cave and to safety.
