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Hi,

So I am re-writing  Descendants of the Mountains cause I no longer enjoyed that version of the storyline.

This re-write is still AU but follows more movie canon which you'll see.

Nahla has been re-designed and is now named Shani as Shani means 'adventure or curious'. Nahla's sister been scrapped and you'll notice other major changes if you did read the original.

Anything I have a little prologue for you.

Land Before Time and it's canon characters © Universal Studios
Original Characters and Settings © Me


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Summary
Fed up with being forced to blindly follow her ancestors way, a young longneck runs from the only home she has known. Upon finding the Great Valley she feels she has stumbled upon a whole new world. Quickly befriending local kids her age she puts her past life behind her. But when dreams of horror haunt one of her new friends she realises Littlefoot and her are the only hope.

Prologue

The night circle was full and shone down brightly to the land below, large shapes moved around muttering quietly to each other. Some stood to the side gazing at a large flat rock. Onto this rock another shape stepped, it's large body sent dust that had settled upon the surface to fly into the air.

The longneck gazed at the others, their eyes full of wisdom from all the years they had seen. Clearing their throat the great creature spoke "My friends, it is time for a speaking."

The other longnecks turned towards the one who had spoke and dipped their heads in respect, "Ancestors above us, watch over us night and light our paths." they spoke in unison.

A young female rose her head, and looked at the night sky tilting her head. Could her ancestors really be watching down on her? If they were, were they really as smart as everyone thought? After all they were just longnecks like her, it's not like dying made a dumb dinosaur suddenly wise.

"Shani, are you paying attention?"

The longneck turned to face the longneck that spoken, her mother gazed at her sternly. Shani dipped her head "Sorry, mother. I was just wondering about the ancestors, do they really guide us?"

The older longneck looked taken back for a moment before replying "Of course they do! Why would you ask such a thing?" by this point all the others gathered were looking at the mother and daughter.

The one upon the rock spoke "Nani is everything all right?" the elderly male said glancing down at the young child at the mother's side.

Nani dipped her head "Shani was just..wondering...about the ancestors." she replied giving her daughter a quick glare.

"Well if she paid attention..she would know. Now..in the tradition of our ancestors..." the elder male began.

Shani jumped to her feet "Why do we have to do everything in the name of our ancestors? They are just dead dinosaurs, not like it makes them smart or powerful it's the living that we should be honouring!"

Gasps echoed throughout the gathered dinosaurs, cries of "How could she?" "Children these days..no respect.." "She was always a troublemaker that Shani." came with shocked tones.

Nani bent her head in embarrassment from her daughters outburst, taking a deep breath she rose and faced the others "Forgive my daughter friends, she did not mean such disrespect she did just not think of what was coming from her mouth."

Lashing her tail Shani growled "No, I am not sorry. If these ancestors are real and so powerful, they can come and prove it. But until then I refuse to follow some dead guys like a lost hatchling just because they lived here once." turning tail she left the others behind ignoring the cries of dismay.

"SHANI!" Nani cried trying to give chase but losing her more agile daughter in the undergrowth.

"SHANI!"

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Comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
I have been out of fanfic writing for nearly 2 years so be gentle with me while I ease myself back into it.

Hey all, I'm back. I been popping on making like one post then vanishing again for a while but I decided to come back properly this time.

I been busy, as a adult of society I must do adult things and adult which is kinda boring. Before you ask yes I am still doing my horse thing, I am never giving that up. I did fall off last week though, I was stiff for days afterwards.

I've been well, it's nearing Winter in Australia so getting prepared for that by stocking up on hay and getting my horses blankets ready.

It's my 21st Birthday next Wednesday but I'll be spending it alone..my friends have work or classes. My horses are my party guests. I'll be having a party on the weekend though, but my actual Birthday..it'll just be me my horses, dogs and cats.

This what happens when you don't have much human interaction.

Hope everyone is well.

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Ok, really. I decided to be a jerk and pull a tiny little prank on the newest admim Rhombus. Cause he said I couldn't post about custom kitchens but he said NOTHING about me not about not being allowed to post about custom BATHROOMS.

I found the loophole, Rhombus. I found the loophole.


..I'm in  trouble ain't I?  

On the 15th I'll be heading off to the Great Barrier Reef, so excited the GBR is so beautiful.

I'll have an underwater camera, so I'll take photos and spam you guys with them. I'm hoping to find at least one Clownfish so I can say I found Nemo (don't judge me). Just hoping I don't get stung by a Stonefish or something, they'll be terrible cause those things are venomous as hell.

I am looking forward to seeing all the different marine life, just the venomous ones can stay far far away from me, thank you. Like Blue-ringed octopus, those things are freaky..and deadly..nope for me.

Also supposed to go in one of those cage things and get up close with a shark (with an expert with me of course) but lets see how close I let the shark get before running screaming back to the boat, shall we?

I can't be the only least slightly annoyed by this..

I was watching Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin (amazing anime by the way) and my brother comes and comments "why you watching baby stuff?"

Baby stuff? So Characters getting gored, heads cut off, swearing is for babies now?

It seems to me some people have the idea that animated=for children, I find that stupid myself. There are lots of animated movies that are in no way suitable for children.

*cough cough* Felidae *cough cough*

Those who have seen or heard about Felidae will know exactly what I mean.

And even if I am watching a kids movie, so what. Last time I checked things like The Land Before Time or The Lion King didn't have a 'you must be under this age to watch this movie' requirement.

It really does irk me when if something is animated it is automatically thought to be for children even when the movie has more adult themes then some non-animated films out there targeted for adults.

I personally prefer animation or live action, animation takes much more time and work to get the whole movie together, but according to some people that makes me 'childish'. Ugh, whatever I'll just roll with and go with the flow I guess.

Does this bother anyone else or am I just nit picking at things that don't matter? Well..that latter one does happen..an awful lot but lets pretend it doesn't.

I was speaking to a classmate of mine during lunch the other day and she told me about a nightmare she had that she said scared her a lot, I thought about it and since I'm wanting to get back into writing asked if she would mind letting me use the idea for a short story. She said fine as long as the real names were not used.

This is just a short little 'horror' story. Based off this classmates nightmare but I changed it to make it sound more like a story, and the names as she requested.

Anyway, onward shall we?

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I sighed and blew a stray strand of hair out of my face, then rolled over and peered over the top of the bunk.

Jodie lay on the bed below me, reading some crappy book about romance, and when she noticed me staring at her she glanced up. "Why are you staring at me?"

"This is boring, Jodie. I know that you were excited to come to this holiday park for your birthday, but there's nothing to do. Plus, Sam won't stop talking to 'The Mystery Guy', so that wrecks the fun for all three of us," I replied, drawing out and emphasizing the 'boring' part.

Jodie smirked when I said 'The Mystery Guy.' It was the name that we had given to the boy that Sam wouldn't stop talking to. When she did stop talking to him and decided to chat with us (now that was a rare occurrence) she acted like he didn't exist, and when we asked her about him she refused to talk. The only words about him that we had managed to get out of her was that we must never ring him. Ha! As if we know his number anyway!

"Don't worry, we'll be going home soon," Jodie said, and looked down at the bright pink watch on her wrist. "Hey... Sam's said that she's going to be out for a while on her daily walk... what do you think about ringing 'The Mystery Guy'? Sam'll never know."

I sat bolt upright, smacking my head on the roof and cursing along the way. Damn, the cabin roof in this stupid holiday park was the lowest frikin' roof I've ever seen. "Didn't you listen to Sam yesterday? She said we must never ring him. Anyway, we don't know his number."

"When we first came here I saw Sam looking at a piece of paper and typing into her phone. I bet that if we find that piece of paper, we'll find his number. I think I saw her put it in her bag. And stop being so paranoid - Sam probably just thinks that we'll steal him from her."

I climbed down the bunk ladder just as Jodie rolled out of her bed. "Well..."

"Come on," Jodie said impatiently, pausing in the room's doorway. "She'll be back in about an hour."

We walked into Sam's room - just across the narrow cabin hallway - and Jodie started to search her bag while I checked the bedside drawers. After a few minutes of searching, Jodie drew her hand out of the bag an held up a small, crumpled slip of paper. "Bingo!"

I came over to her and read the writing underneath a phone number; 'DO NOT DIAL UNLESS YOU ARE SAM BROWN."

I shivered, and my eyes widened as I noticed that the middle part of the phone number contained the numbers '666'. That was way too creepy to be incidental.
"Jodie..." I started, meaning to tell her that I thought it was a bad idea and that we should just leave it, but she had already whipped out her phone and had typed the number in.

She turned the phone to loudspeaker, and we listened as the phone rang. Once... twice... three times... and on the fourth ring, a man answered the phone.

His voice was deep and contained a faint Russian accent - it made him sound like how I imagined Count Dracula to sound.

"Hello?" he said, "who is this and why have you called?"

Jodie plunged straight into it. "Hiya. I'm Jodie, a friend of Sam's. I wanted to know who you are - Sam is always speaking to you, but she never tells us about you. Sorry if your relationship with
Sam is private, I really can be nosy sometimes-"

"You shouldn't have called," the man interrupted, and hung up.

Jodie grunted and switched off her phone. "Rude!"

I released my breath - I hadn't realized that I had been holding it - then gasped as I saw Jodie punching his number in again. "No, come on, he doesn't want to talk. Let's not make him angry, he could tell Sam. Then she would never forgive us."

Jodie sighed moodily and threw her phone onto Sam's bed, picking it up a moment later. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with Sam. She doesn't tell me anything."


The next day we returned home, and you can't imagine how relieved I felt. Finally! My own bed, good food, and entertaining things to do.

As soon as we walked into our apartment (Jodie and I shared one) I flopped down onto a blue bean bag in front of our flat screen TV, and felt around the carpet with my hands until I found the remote. As I clicked on the TV, I noticed that the cute rabbit statue that Jodie had put on top of the cabinet where the TV lay was missing. Frowning, I called out to Jodie. "Hey, where's the rabbit statue that you put on the cabinet? Did you move it before we went to that holiday park?"

I heard Jodie dump her suitcase onto her bed, and then the thud thud thud of footsteps coming down the hallway. "No, I don't remember moving it. Are you sure you didn't?"

I stared at the spot where the rabbit had been four days previously. "No... maybe one of us moved it without realizing. I'm sure we'll find it later."
I wasn't as confident as I tried to sound, though. How could it just disappear?

We didn't notice it at first. It just started with the small, insignificant things that we barely used. But over a few days we noticed that more noticeable items were disappearing. For instance, I woke up one morning and flopped into the bean bag, holding up the TV remote to flick on the TV - only to realize that there was no TV.

After that morning we called in the cops, and explained what had been happening. Everything in the house was disappearing, one by one. But the cops couldn't do much - there was no fingerprints anywhere in the house, and regular passer-bys of the building had never seen anyone enter or leave out apartment except us.

The police said they would put a watch on this house, and I guess that was something. The only problem was it didn't work.

Things continued to disappear from the house, and it got to the point where if you so much as took your eyes off an object for a split second, it would be gone.

On the fourth day of being home I walked up to where Jodie (who was sitting in an old vintage chair that her dad had given her) was staring at an empty space in the cabinet where the TV used to be.

"Jodie," I started, "this can't be incidental. The days after we ring 'The Mystery Guy', all these things disappear. And the note had said the we shouldn't ring unless we were Sam. I think that whoever was on the other end of the line is the one who's causing all this."

Jodie laughed a bit, but I could detect a touch of nervousness in it. "But he couldn't steal all of this stuff. Some of it's disappearing right from under our noses. And how could we not hear someone open the door to our apartment, walk in, and walk back out while carrying a TV? It's just not possible."

"Maybe... maybe he's not what we think he is. Maybe he's something else." My eyes widened and my heart stopped. I had just remembered something. "Jodie, where the hell is that bombshell that your grandfather gave you?"

Jodie's eyes widened as well, and we dashed to her room.

Scrabbling frantically around the mess in there, I pushed myself to the ground and flipped up the bed sheet that was hiding the underneath of the bed from view. "Phew! Jodie - it's here!"

Helping each other, we managed to drag the bombshell out. It was old and faded, and Jodie's grandfather had left it to Jodie when he passed away. He had managed to obtain it for some old war, and had kept it as a 'souvenir'. I still don't know why he was allowed to keep it if he knew how to make it work again.

"Jodie, we can't let this out of our sight. What if he really is something else, and he figures out a way to reload this bomb? He could use it against us, or other people in the city," I said.

Jodie nodded. "We'll take turns keeping watch. You can't look away from it. You take first watch - you're less tired than me. Call me when an hour's up, and I'll come and take over."

I grimaced and shook my head slightly. "But how long will this go on for? We could have to watch this thing for years."

"I'll called the cops in the morning," Jodie replied, "and then they can keep watch of it. It's too late now - I'm pretty much falling asleep."

Jodie moved out of the room, and I kept my gaze fastened on the bomb shell.
Fifteen minutes passed. Then thirty. Then forty. Somewhere around the forty-five minute mark, my eyelids started to droop, and no matter how much I tried I just couldn't keep my eyes open.
I swear I only fell asleep for a second - but then again, that was all the time that he needed to take the shell. When I opened my eyes again, the bomb was gone.

"Jodie!" I screamed, leaping to my feet and glancing hectically around me,"the bomb's gone!"
After a moment Jodie came stumbling into her room - she had been sleeping on the couch - and gasped. "Oh no."

A high pitched whistling sound suddenly started, and we both clapped our hands over our ears in a vain attempt to block it out. It seemed like an eternity passed, but it was only a few seconds until a sound as loud as thunder crashed over our heads, and fire sprang up and danced around us.

I kept blacking out, but each time I woke it was different snippets of time; the sound of wood crashing down outside the room; Jodie frantically trying to open her bedroom door; flame engulfing most of the room; Jodie on fire, her skin bubbling, clothes turning to ash and her screams; Jodie laying on the floor, her figure almost unrecognizable as she slowly died a painful death.

I felt the flames charring my skin, and my blood felt like it was on fire. I could feel my life ebbing away.

This is it. This is the end, a voice in my head whispered. And then a very real, deep, Russian-accented voice filled the room.

"Don't Dial The Devil."


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Like I said this was based on a nightmare, but being insane as I am took it to a whole new level of insanity.

And with that said, I never write horror or hardly even read it so this was a small attempt at it.

Wrote this over the weekend, pretty happy with it but then again what do I know about writing.

So we all love a  good old battle of the sexes, right?

Well heres how this work.

You state your gender then add to the genders number.

Example

Person 1: Girls-1
Person 2:-Girls-2

But if someone of the other gender comes along the count of that gender resets.

Example.

Person 3: Girls-3
Person 4:-Boys-1
Person 5: Girls-1

 

First to 50 wins then it's on to the next round.

See who can come out on top the most, will it be the ladies or the gentlemen?

Remember if  girls are winning and the guys post. The girls score is wiped and then must start over again, same with the guys even if you're at 49 and then a girl comes along before you get 50. Your score is wiped and your back at 1.

I don't think I need to tell you's no cheating.

Guess I get to start.

Girls-1

Hey guys,welcome to Nahla's newest attempt at writing some-what decent fanfiction.

This idea was in my head for a while,and since it's a brand new year decided to finally write it. It is a love story yes,but it doesn't start off as one instantly as you shall see.

This first chapter will be the shortest chapter in the whole story most likely,so yes they will be longer then this.

Enjoy.


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Chapter 1: Change



One thing that is guaranteed in life is change. Be it for better or worse,no one can predict the changes nor can they stop them,one must take each change in stride.

Growning up is one major change,as a child one can not wait util this moment. When one is old they look back on the years past they wasted waiting for that day.

With older age comes more responsablity,more pressure as you watch you're carefree days of youth slolwy fade away from your grasp,it is only then you realize just how good it all was.

Whoever first said it was more then right-you truly don't know what something is worth until it's gone for good.

Littlefoot stood silent and still,ignoring the snow falling onto him. He among many valley residents just got word of the death of old Mr Thicknose. Some said it was the cold that sealed his end,some say it was just pure age or even a mixture of the two.

Littlefoot was no stranger to the fact of death,having lost his mother when he just shy of being called a hatchling.
No child should of had to face such tradgey at such a young age,but Littlefoot did. At the time it seemed life had turned against him,taking away his mother,separating him from his grandparents and leaving him alone in a cruel and unforgiving world.

Littlefoot at the time,wanted to admit defeat. He wanted to just let life win the battle,just give up. But he knew his mother would of wanted better then that,she would of wanted him to fight against it,beat the odds and live on his life.

He did just that.

Though not alone,along the way he gained friends-but not the kind of friends one would think a longneck would have.
A threehorn,a swimmer,a flyer,a spiketail,a fast runner and even a sharptooth of all creatures.

Most of his childhood memories involved them,never ones to sit around the valley they sought after adventure where ever they could. Though most of the times that also meant danger,but it is now they realize it was the danger that gave them the thrill.

The now adolescent Littlefoot still chuckles at all the trouble they got themselves into..or the trouble HE got them into he would admit with a slight smile.

Sometimes,they got foolhardy theres no denying that,but they almost always escaped serious injury. And they almost always had a goal in mind,goals their families did not always approve of.

The longnecks thoughts returned to the old thicknose,though he would always consider his mother and grandparents his greatest teachers,he still held utmost respect for Mr Thicknose,the knowledge he shared with him and his friends will forever stay with Littlefoot,though he didn't agree on everything the old dinosaur said,he respected him as much as his own grandfather,his death left a numb feeling in Littlefoot's heart.

Lowering his head to the white covered ground he remembered the first time the Great Valley experienced it.
He was just a child back then,having woken one night to see frozen skywater falling,no one believed him at first some even downright laughed at him. Had Littlefoot been one to boast,he would of have the day the whole valley woke up to see the normally green lands covered in white. Everyone then realized Littlefoot was right even old Thicknose was shocked,according to him this had never happen in the valley that day,it happened every cold time,and having leanred from what is refered to as 'the big freeze' by the valley residents.
They began stocking food supplies ahead of time when they know the day when the Time of Changing Treestars turns over into the Cold Time is drawing closer. Some famlies even begin storing for the next Cold Time after Cold Time ends.

Littlefoot rose his head just as a gust of wind forcing him to close his eyes from the sudden shock of being hit with the icy cold wind. He shook his head to restore his vision quickly lowering his head against natures forsty force.
The air had become so cold and icy it made his eyes sting,he kept his head low and clenched his teeth.
Each gust of air sent shivers through his body,he barely noticed his name being spoken.

"Littlefoot?" the old grey form of his grandfather slowly walked towards him,head low against the wind he edged towards his grandson.

"I'm here,Grandpa." Littlefoot turned to greet his grandfather "Is something wrong?"

Grandpa rose his head and looked Littlefoot in the eyes,he felt pain seeing the grief reflected in them.
He knew the death of old Mr Thicknose had troubled the younger longneck,but he also knew there was more too it. Though Littlefoot never spoke it,the old longneck knew Littlefoot wad worried about him and his grandmother.
Both were aging,and now Grandpa was officially the valley's oldest resident,his strength was not quite as good as it was in years past.

Realizing Littlefoot was waiting for an answer of some sort,Grandpa smiled in reassurance "No,nothing wrong..well nothing you don't already know of. Grandma was just worried where you went off too." he glanced up at the greying sky quickly "The weather is turning,we best be getting back or she'll worry herself sick. You know how she has been these days."

Littlefoot cracked a small smile "All these years later and see is still sending you after me..if she ever comes after me herself then I would know I really am in trouble." he joked resulting in a small shared chuckle from both grandfather and grandson.

"Come along now before we both catch a chill" Grandpa waited for Littlefoot to pass him before turning,head lowered against the elements. The wind sent a bone chilling breeze across the whole valley,the weather seemed to match the somber mood of the residents,any death in the valley was felt by all.

Grandma warmly greeted her grandson and mate,she didn't need to ask any expression on both their faces told her all she needed to know. Oh Littlefoot..if only there was something she could do to ease his worries..

"Maybe..we could move up to the hot springs..it'll be warmer up there,here we just have the worse of the cold being blown down from the mountains." Littlefoot broke the silence between the three longnecks turning pointing with his head outside the valley wear in a mountain clearing,lay the hot springs the herds often made their Cold Time home.
It offered water,food and warmth. Though the trek up the mountain was not always the easiest task,the older residents struggled with the climb up.

"A wise suggestion,my grandson. Maybe now it would be better for us to move to a place of better warmth. Though it is a bit late to make the journey now. We must wait for better light." Grandpa spoke raising his head towards the direction Littlefoot was pointing. "We can leave after the bright circle first rises tomorrow,those we wish to join us are welcomed."

"As for now, we rest up. Our bodies must work harder in The Coldtime to provide us warmth,therefore we need all the energy we can." Grandma commented nudging the younger of the three forward "Tomorrow will be a new day. The troubles of today will be in the past,such as the circle of life goes. Changes will come and changes will go"

"But why?" Littlefoot spoke up "Why do things change? Why do things change even when everyone is happy with how they are?"

The elder longnecks glanced each other,neither of them knowing what to say,Grandma stepped forward and gave her grandson an affectionate rub.

"No one knows why,Littlefoot. It just happens,the circle of life has plans for each of us,and hard times are meant to be test. Like when your mother was killed". Grandma paused with a feeling of regret at those last words as she saw Littlefoot flinch at the memory,she knew she had touched a sensitive subject but she already started so she might as well finish what she was going to say. "You were highly young,and prior to that you always had your mother,grandfather and I to care for you,you never had to fend for yourself,we ensured your survival. Then suddenly you were on your own,no one to turn to or depend on. Most young ones would of died,but not you,you found strength in numbers,you avenged your mother and found your way to the Great Valley,you and your friends beat the odds the world stacked against you in a rapidly changing world" Grandma paused and smile at her grandson "You've grown since then,into a strong,healthy longneck. Your mother would be proud,your grandfather and I too have to accept a huge change that's happening in front of our very eyes."

Confusion spread across Littlefoot's face "What do you mean,Grandma? What else is changing?"

"You're growing up,you're not longer the small child we can just pick up and carry around..soon you will no longer need us..you'll move on and live a life of your own..start your own family..." tears started escaping the old females eyes,she was dreading the day she would have to let Littlefoot go,Littlefoot was all she had left,raising him is what gave her her purpose in life,she knew Littlefoot would one day grow up and would want to start his own family,but wanted to keep Littlefoot with her as long as she could,all her children were long gone,and Littlefoot being the old grandchild to make it to hatching,he looked so much like his father yet had his mother's heart and spirit,every time she looked into Littlefoot's eyes she saw a reflection of her daughter in them..she was proud to see him grow up so strong and well but oh how she wished she could go back to the days when he depended on her for everything.

Littlefoot noticed the sadness that fell upon his grandmother,he knew just the words to say. With a smile he spoke gently,in almost a whisper "I will always need you,Grandma..and Grandpa too. Even if I do have a family of my own,doesn't mean I have to forgot the ones that raised me..in fact" he lowered his head "You have to be with me..there's no way I could do it without you's...I already lost Mother..and Dad has minimum part of my life. I would be more worried about you two leaving me..I've been worried that one day you would think I'm old enough to not need you anymore and leave me on my own.."

Grandma reached out and placed her head against that of her grandson "We would never leave you,some things change..but a family love is something that doesn't"

Grandpa stood silent,watching them. He couldn't quiet pick up the words they were saying to each other but from their movements and expressions,he knew they were trying to comfort the other,after silence once again fell upon the longnecks Grandpa spoke "I think we should all get that rest now,if we want strength tomorrow."

The small family huddled together,each trying to keep the other two warm as the cold night air sent it's full force onto them.

Littlefoot thought about what was said today..start his own family. Littlefoot knew he was the last of his herd,he knew one day he would be expected to find a mate. Littlefoot only knew one longneck girl besides his mother and grandmother..Ali. Ali was about Littlefoot's age,and he found himself thinking about her lately,it had been a while since she last visited the valley in fact they were only kids the last time they saw each other,the chances she would come back were looking slim.

He wondered what she was like now,very pretty no doubt. He,along with his friends had reached that stage in life when they began becoming more interested in the other gender,though for Littlefoot it was diffcult. There were no other longnecks his age that lived in the valley permanently,he tried to shake the thoughts from his head. Even if he did find Ali again didn't mean she would still like him as much as she once did,she had lots of other longnecks her age with her all the time..why would she prefer one she rarely saw or might not even see again?

Those thoughts followed Littlefoot into his sleep,why had life suddenly got so serious and complicated?

It just wasn't fair.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter,I'm so out of practice with my writing so bare with me.

Errr..this is my cat,Jinx,found him like that last night. Gave me a laugh so took a photo then bought him in. If you're wondering he got out through the window,I don't normally let the cats out at night.


Thought someone here could make a caption out of it.



Jinx: I know you're there human,put down that camera and open the door. OPEN THE DOOR I SAY