I’ll begin with Tria. I’ve been thinking about her a lot recently as I attempt to wrap my mind around what kind of person she is. I didn’t want to reduce her to finger wagging at her mate and daughters, so I’ve attempted to think of reasons why she behaves the way she does.

There is an interesting line from “The Great Log Running Game.” When Cera assures she could handle her hurt ankle because she’s a threehorn, Tria responds “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I’m not sure how common Mr. Threehorn’s attitude and threehorn pride is among threehorns but I suspect Tria doesn’t subscribe to it. She doesn’t seem to mind it in Mr. Threehorn but she prefers to smooth over conflict by talking it out reasonably and lightening the mood with some teasing. She probably sees being aggressive over every little thing exhausting. That’s why she sometimes sighs and just doesn’t argue the point when she disagrees with Mr. Threehorn or Cera. However, as seen with the care of Tricia’s egg, she can assertive when she wants to be.

Tria would rather have a pleasant time than be too concerned with something like pride, as seen with her mud baths and shiny stones. She also wants her family to relax and live a little too. As seen “The Bright Circle Celebration,” Tria is not very interested in whether the story behind a holiday or event is true or not. She just enjoys using it as an opportunity to have fun and be with family and friends. She wants Mr. Threehorn and Cera to set their doubts aside about the holiday and just enjoy themselves. She probably thinks life’s too short to worry about such inanities.

I have a bit of a headcanon that as soon as Tria became part of the family, she demanded to be taught to fight. If Mr. Threehorn objected, she would respond that she wanted to be ready for this family’s unique challenges. It’s not like Cera and the others are going to stop getting endangered any time soon, so she might as well be prepared. Mr. Threehorn might have had reservations but I’m sure they would have done something to make the practice enjoyable.

That’s all for now. I’ll post about Mr. Threehorn at a later time, since he has a lot of material to go through and I don’t want to mess it up. I’m writing only twelve lines of analysis per day to fit my schedule, so it might take a while. He mightn’t be Mr. Popular, but he’s sure memorable.

I do enjoy Ruby. She likes to look out for others and spread her knowledge to the group but there is a curious streak about her. I bet that’s one of the reasons she became friends with Chomper. She became drawn to him through the endearing enthusiasm he brings to fun. But I suspect he encouraged they explore new places in the Mysterious Beyond and she liked learning about the world with him. When she accompanied Chomper to the valley, I bet it was for more than the reason of looking after her friend and finding a way to defeat Redclaw. It was about exposing herself to places, peoples, and ideas she never saw before. I bet in the valley, she finds some connection in others curious about the world like Littlefoot and Mr. Thicknose.

Depending on how long she stays in the valley, I wonder if she sometimes worry if she’s actually learning anything that might lead to Redclaw’s downfall or if she’s just goofing off with her friends. Even when Redclaw’s defeated, she might be conflicted on which place to call her home. She very much wants to be back with her family but she has established such roots in the valley she doesn’t want to leave. That would be an interesting conflict to explore.

As for where movie 14 takes place and how it relates to animation - I don't put much stock in animation inconsistency and I always assumed it took place after the TV series.

(I came up with that motive stuff about Ruby's friendship with Chomper because I'm writing a story where they first bond and go to the valley. I didn't want to simplify her motives to be something like "I'm Chomper's nanny.")

I can’t resist spilling out a lot of words about this character. He appears in a few fics I’m planning and this is what happens when I try to wrap my mind around a fictional person (Aside headcanon: Shorty’s parents got crushed to death in a rockslide. I know that seems random, but I like to have some variety in my Land Before Time parent deaths)

Shorty’s feelings about Bron are probably complex. Bron was likely the one who looked after him the most since their meeting and especially when it seemed like Shorty wasn’t going to fit in with any of the herd family. It probably didn’t occur to Bron for a while that his relationship with Shorty was anything more than “Good Samaritan looking after the neighborhood kid.” Shorty didn’t get the nerve to ask for something more in fear of rejection and to least keep the one positive adult relationship he seems to have. When Bron broached the subject of adopting him after their meeting with Littlefoot, Shorty was probably lost for words. After he accepted, he likely felt like he was walking on air and stuck especially close to Bron for weeks afterwards.

Though I can’t help but suspect Shorty get embarrassed when Bron attempts to act Dad-like. Bron probably plays goofily like he played with Littlefoot in the “Isn’t it great to have a Dad” sequence. When Bron does that with Shorty and/or the other kids, Shorty’s probably like “Stahp. You’re embarrassing, I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.” He might say that a lot under his breath or out loud but when someone teases or badmouths Bron, Shorty is the type who’ll quickly jump in to defend him. Though Shorty might at times wish Bron stop doing silly things, he also sometimes enjoys and values it.

Shorty’s feelings about Littlefoot are also complex. He probably feels he owes Littlefoot a huge debt for bringing him and Bron closer together and bares some genuine affection for the mushy but loyal youth he can now call a brother. However, Shorty still bears some envy for Littlefoot. He likely hears about the extraordinary things Littlefoot has done from either Bron or Littlefoot’s grandparents and friends. Compared to saving people and changing minds, Shorty probably feels a bit dull and ordinary by comparison. I mean, if any of my brothers saved lives and changed minds and my family praised them, I would feel some envy too. Despite assurances from Bron and others he doesn’t have to be like Littlefoot and will find his own worth someday, that insecurity still gets to him and he tries to do things to show he’s amazing too.

To gel Shorty being able to watch after those younger longnecks before meeting Bron with his mucking things up in his TV appearance, I can chalk that up to the problem of trying to consciously do things that are instinctual. I mean, for example, I don’t think about whether my story dialogue is breaking the “show, don’t tell” route. I just think about whether it sounds natural and in-character. When I did think about it more for a script writing class, my dialogue only became more clunky. So that might be the issue with Shorty here.

Though when he has better self-esteem, I think Shorty would be a good brother to Littlefoot. He’d be the type to tease Littlefoot and give him a headlock and noogie. He’s kind of a mischief maker. If he decides to team up with Cera and Hyp to tease or prank Littlefoot, I’d feel a bit sorry for Littlefoot (Then again, Littlefoot might enjoy what they have in mind). Shorty might feel out of place in a family with even keel temperaments, but I’m sure he’ll be reassured his passion and mischief bring some good energy into their lives.  

I would like to see Shorty and Spike interact more. Their being adopted brothers (and green) does give them the beginning blocks of a friendship. Shorty could be reassured by Spike whenever the former has insecurities over his place in Littlefoot’s family. He could laugh and be encouraged by Spike and his cheery defiance of social convention. Spike could be amused by Shorty’s jokes or mischief. I think their friendship would be pretty cute.

 As for where he was during Journey of the Brave…I have a headcanon where he ate a funny mushroom on a dare and has been carried by a herd member sort of off screen. He’s high and loopy during the entire volcano incident, and doesn’t completely grasp the situation around him. He gets deposited into the care of Tria, who knows how to cure his ailment. He only gets his senses back and learns of what happened when Littlefoot and the entire rescue party return to the valley. Needless to say, Shorty’s confused and annoyed about what happened (If he hears Wild Arms is the cause of Bron being in peril, I can practically picture the glare he’ll give him).

Forgive the word vomit ahead, but since I’m working on a fic that revolves around Ali, I have many thoughts about her that came up while writing her and surprisingly only a little has anything to do with romance.

As others have noted, Ali is a bit of a mischief maker, with biting Littlefoot's tail, making faces, and tagging him it out of nowhere. It seems she has a taste for these games of mischief and it's pretty cute.

She can also be pretty brave. From being willing to accompany Littlefoot on the journey to cure Grandpa Longneck, to having to go back to the Great Valley on her own to get help for Littlefoot, and saving Cera by riding a giant crocodile, she has done some pretty bold things.

What is also interesting is what she doesn't say. When Littlefoot expresses disappointment his friends went home after he played with Ali, she vaguely says "I guess" while looking away. When Ali accepts she'll accompany Littlefoot on the Night Flower mission, she dissuades him from bringing the others along, saying they would slow them down. Ali doesn't want to have his friends around but she’s too polite to outright say it, so she speaks vaguely and attempts to distract Littlefoot to get off the subject. It seems she has been taught to hold her tongue when she has something nice to say. Though it doesn’t stick with her through all her interactions, it kicks into effect when Littlefoot’s friends come up.

I agree implicit prejudice might be the source of Ali’s nervousness but there’s another cause that’s overlooked. Her herd is migratory and comes from the Land of Mists. There are a lot of dangers in both arenas, so she probably had it drilled into her to not approach different kinds. They might be sneaky predators or potentially hostile or manipulative herds, so she can only interact with other longnecks. At least their ways are more familiar to the Old One’s herds, though I wouldn’t be surprised if she was told to have some caution for stranger longnecks as well.

So when Ali ran into Cera and the others, she probably knows logically Cera and the others wouldn’t really hurt her but those lessons of caution made her automatically freeze up in fear. She couldn’t really shake it off until Littlefoot got trapped in the cave. When presented with the choice of either letting Littlefoot die on the other side or getting help from Cera and the others, she got some perspective on what is really important in the situation and pushed her fears aside to retrieve their help. How she interacts with them thereafter indicates she was trying to make up for her behavior and when Cera accepts her friendship, she must have felt really happy.

As can be seen when Ali wonders if there’s anything she and her mother could do about Grandpa Longneck’s ailment, she does sincerely want to help Littlefoot. Even when she hesitated Littlefoot’s request, it seemed to be more about attempting to get over the caution her herd drilled into her. She tries to help him with what she knows, but it’s interesting how Ali doesn’t reveal the true extent of her knowledge until the expedition comes across a snag. I don’t believe it’s out of malice. She probably thought she remembered enough they could wing it and discover other helpful details along the way. She doesn’t want to curse their luck by admitting aloud her knowledge gaps.

In concern with Ali’s depiction in the TV series, the other posters do make some good points. She only did know the gang for three or four day while she probably was in Rhett’s presence for months at least. As for why Ali believed his lies…I kind of think she went through what Doctor Who’s Donna went through after her initial one-off appearance. Though it was only for a couple days, Ali went through an intense adventure with some fellow youths that changed her views of the world and she was happy with. The intense bonds shared through such an experience is probably something she discovered she loved and treasured deeply.

And then the day after she leaves the valley…she’s back in the same routine. The herd must travel from point A to point B, she shouldn’t wander far, be cautious of strangers, etc. She tries to make friends with what fellow youths might be there but she has a hard time connecting with them while remaining true to herself. At some point, she probably became lonely and began making compromises so she can make some friends. So when Rhett came around with his tall tales and an interest in making friends, Ali might have willed herself to think that her adventures with Littlefoot’s gang prove that other youths battling enemies isn’t that farfetched.

It’s clear from scenes in the episode Ali isn’t always comfortable with how he takes charge, but probably reasoned to make due with what friends you can get. Hopefully after the episode, when all the facts become clear, she’ll relearn to be bold and that there are some things she shouldn’t compromise about herself. She and Rhett might still be friends, but maybe she'll be the one leading the games and adventures they get up to. That’s what I hope for, anyway.

I’m aware Ali was likely intended to be a love interest for Littlefoot. Nevertheless, I found Ali and Cera’s interactions the most interesting, to the point to I kind of ship those two instead. I’m not much of a shipper, but when I am, I’m usually biased toward the queer side of things

My big impression of Mama Swimmer is that she's kind of a nervous sort. With having a sister who sleep-swam and gradually building up to having a dozen children, it's understandable. The world is a dangerous place and to look after so many children can be taxing. However, it's clear this concern comes out of love and movie 7 and especially movie 8 particularly exemplified her love. She does seem to calm down a bit as the series goes on.

Also, her singing voice is excellent and could have been displayed more.

I can see the comparison between Guido and Wild Arms. They both seem to share a similar nervousness, though Wild Arms' seems to be more focused on the perils he's in or about to get into.

Wild Arms doesn't seem as eager to offer help if said peril is involved. I can't help but suspect Grandpa Longneck and Mr. Threehorn persuaded Wild Arms to help in the rescue mission with the reasoning that he owed Bron for having looked after him and he had a obligation to repay that debt. That must have pinged his conscience, since he agreed, albeit very reluctantly, to help.

Can't help but suspect Wild Arms will continue to feel he owes Bron for his kindness to the point that he will feel independently moved to save someone Bron cares about. He'd be the type who'd be dragged kicking and moaning into adventures while, in spite of himself, coming to like these adventuring people.

One thing that particularly caught my interest was when Mo made the gang think he got caught in several boulders underwater and the gang jumped in to rescue him only to find it had all been a practical joke. The gang got understandably mad at him, but that never went anywhere.

Obviously, Mo meant nothing malicious but I thought exploring such a lack of familiarity with the boundary between good-natured pranks and dickishly upsetting friends would have been fascinating.  It would have given him more of an arc (and some drama, like if his jokes actually got someone hurt).

I appreciate these reviews,  you two. I'm glad I seemed to capture Littlefoot's thoughts and feelings accurately.  

I looked up Littlefoot's eye color to make sure the Red Reflection part actually fit and was initially dismayed when a site or two listed his eye color as brown. But closer reading confirmed that it was a reddish brown, so I was like "great, close enough!"

There are definitely more fics coming from me. Hopefully, it won't take forever, as some of my writing tend to be long and it takes a while to write and proofread it. Fingers crossed!

Fanfiction.net Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11983183/1/Red-Reflection

I posted this in June as my first toe dip into The Land Before Time fanfic world. It's about Littlefoot's thoughts and feelings during and after Chomper's hatching, so that required playing through those movie 2 scenes over and over again so I could portray it accurately. The only proof reader available is me, so I might have missed some grammar stuff. But I'm mostly happy with how it came out and hopefully this gives some entertaining insights into Littlefoot and his bond with Chomper.
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Red Reflection

by The Analyzer

“Look.”

At Ducky’s single word, any other distractions that might be on Littlefoot and the others’ minds vanished. Unwaveringly, they watched the egg as cracks snaked across its surface. Ducky briefly put her ear to it to hear out for any life inside. Petrie flapped off the egg and settled on the edge of the tree stump just in time. A single three-clawed foot kicked itself out.

“It hatching.” Petrie said.

The egg turned and a short, triangular tail was the next to be freed. Littlefoot felt his heart beat in anticipation when an upward pressure struggled to push through the egg. All of the egg but the top came apart, revealing another three-clawed foot and a pair of skinny two-fingered arms. The last of the round shell covered its head, further driving up the suspense of what kind of dinosaur the hatchling was. But with the revelation of all of its body so far, Littlefoot felt a stirring of unease.

*Hang on.* Littlefoot thought. *What kind of guy is this?*

Judging from its upper limbs, it didn’t seem the type to walk on all fours. So it would use just two feet like Ducky. But Littlefoot couldn’t recall any swimmers who had only two fingers on their hands, nor had young that started out this big. There were possibly other kinds of swimmers Littlefoot hadn’t seen but his instincts told him that this hatchling wasn’t one of them. Maybe it was a domehead? No, the head shape didn’t seem right and Littlefoot was pretty sure they had more than two fingers.

The closest species that came to Littlefoot’s mind that matched this hatchling was Hyp’s kind. Littlefoot wasn’t hearing good word about Hyp in his time in the valley but he wasn’t going to hold it against this hatchling. But again, those two fingers discounted that possibility. There was something about the hatchling’s shape that made Littlefoot’s tummy start to tighten, not helped when the hatchling briefly looked around in what seemed like a predatory manner. Littlefoot tried to tell himself he was being silly, there was nothing to be scared of about a baby, and they were going to make sure the child would be taken care of to the best of their ability.

Then the hatchling gracefully threw the shell off of its head and smiled down at Ducky, its complete shape clear to all in the glen.

“It’s – it’s a –” Littlefoot said with dawning realization.

The hatchling opened its mouth in greeting, revealing tiny teeth, pointed teeth, and a bolt of terror struck everyone present.

“Sharptooth!”

Ducky and Petrie scrambled away from the sharptooth, catching up with Cera and Spike in the hasty retreat from the glen.

“Sharptooth!” Cera screamed.

Littlefoot glanced at the sharptooth, his running friends, and back again, momentarily unable to comprehend the situation. Then he locked eyes with the sharptooth and got another glimpse of those pointed teeth, and pure instinct kicked in.

“Run!” Ducky yelled.

Littlefoot needed no further encouragement, scrambling in the dirt to try catching up with his fleeing friends. But by the time he picked up speed, his neck got caught in a low-hanging vine. Littlefoot was too much in panic to do anything but continue running in place, hoping sheer momentum would break the vine. His struggles only reared him on his hind legs, his front limbs uselessly digging the air, before the vine returned all that force onto him and he was sent flying, landing on his back for his troubles.

Dazed, Littlefoot found himself right back next to the small sharptooth. He stared at it, and Littlefoot raised his head for a better look. The sharptooth turned away to coo at the air. Then it regarded Littlefoot with those red eyes, the same red eyes of the sharptooth that killed Littlefoot’s mother, that tried its hardest to kill Littlefoot and his friends, those eyes that still haunted Littlefoot’s nightmares…

Littlefoot screamed. He ran off, hoping the sharptooth didn’t have the persistence of its older brethren and got distracted by something shiny which would hopefully lead it out of the Great Valley forever. But he slowed, remembering the shock on the sharptooth’s face and cautiously puttered back. Littlefoot saw the sharptooth had lowered its eyes, gaze searching the ground and he heard indistinct mumbling. There was still a smile but a tinge of sadness was starting to come in.

It – he was alone, Littlefoot realized. The hatchling had only just come into the world and there was no one there for him. From the way he looked down, he probably wondered what he did wrong to end up like this. Some part of Littlefoot, the part that still remembered the agony and isolation of that loss, resonated with the hatchling sitting by himself on the tree stump. Littlefoot felt a wash of sympathy.

“Oh, he doesn’t look so dangerous,” he said.

Littlefoot slowly stepped closer, the hatchling watching him with that sad cautious smile.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.” Littlefoot said soothingly.

The hatchling jerked back slightly. Littlefoot wondered for a moment if he should have invaded the hatchling’s personal space when the latter lifted out his tongue and licked Littlefoot straight across the cheek.

Littlefoot laughed. “Friendly, aren’t you?”

The hatchling opened his mouth in the biggest smile, showing his teeth, and putting his hands against each other. He gazed at Littlefoot with all the love that someone so young could have and Littlefoot raised his head in realization.

“Hey, I bet you think I’m your mama – a, papa.”

The hatchling pressed his hands together bashfully, worshipful eyes on the only person paying him any attention. Littlefoot’s heart melted. Up until now, he sometimes pondered why parents could be so mushy with their children even when those children did something foolish. Now Littlefoot could see why. He looked at the hatchling and felt a powerful surge of affection. He didn’t care that the hatchling was a sharptooth. At the moment, all he thought was that the youth in front of him was sweet and beautiful and perfect.

*Is this how Mom thought about me? Is this how my grandparents think about me now?*

Then Littlefoot remembered his own eyes also had a kind of reddish tinge. If he and the hatchling weren’t different species, Littlefoot could have conjectured they were distant relatives of some sort. Littlefoot resisted the urge to laugh. There he went, doing another parent thing, comparing what traits of his own had been passed on to his charge. That was silly, but Littlefoot found he didn’t mind being silly one bit.

Then a touch of reality struck Littlefoot. He wasn’t this hatchling’s parent and he was still a child himself. If the hatchling started to think of Littlefoot simply as his papa, that might lead to issues when the hatchling came to question how he came under the longneck’s care. Best to be truthful of the complexities of their bond, and make clear that just because the hatchling had a different family arrangement didn’t mean he was loved any less.

“Well, I’m not really. But don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you. My friends will too, once they see how nice you are.” Littlefoot began to walk out of the glen. “C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Littlefoot couldn’t wait to show the hatchling the Great Valley. The thought of touring the majestic sights of his home, seeing those young eyes shine with wonder, caused happiness to swell in Littlefoot’s chest. Littlefoot looked back in time to see the hatchling get to his feet to follow, lifting one leg…and unable to finish the stride. He flailed his arms as gravity took over and fell chin first. Littlefoot winced. He now remembered one important part of child raising he neglected to address. Sighing, he smiled fondly.

“Oh, I guess I better teach you to walk first.”

The hatchling had opened his eyes and sat back up, watching Littlefoot expectantly, already knowing a lesson was coming up.

“First, you lift one foot.” Littlefoot made sure to lift that front foot in plain view of the hatchling. “And then you put it down in front of you.” He gently placed that foot on the ground. “Then you lift the other.” He took several steps and faced his sharp-toothed charge. “Now you try it.”

The hatchling got to his feet again. He put one foot in front of him – success. Then he took another step, and another. The hatchling started gaining speed, still looking so uncertain with operating these lower limbs. Littlefoot’s encouraging expression turned to worry.

“Slow down, you’ll hurt yourself.”

The hatchling looked panicked but before Littlefoot could do anything, the former took a wrong step and landed nose first in the dirt. Littlefoot immediately closed in to look over him.

“Are you okay?” Littlefoot asked.

The hatchling lifted his head and cooed reassuringly, all smiles.

Littlefoot sighed. “You’re going to have to be more careful.”

The hatchling’s smile vanished. He cringed, scared, sad. He lowered his gaze awkwardly, a single tear falling from his face. Littlefoot felt as though a sharp stick of guilt struck his chest.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, um…” Littlefoot cast about for something reassuring to bring that smile back and suddenly discovered he was fishing for a particular kind of word. “Hey, you need a name.”

Even as Littlefoot said this, a buzzing rose in the air. The hatchling brightened as a flying buzzer hovered over his head. A determined gleam entered those red eyes and he chomped at the buzzer. The buzzer swerved and the hatchling glanced at it in consternation. He tried for another chomp, and missed again. The buzzer unwisely perched on a plant not far off and the hatchling grinned in anticipation, gaze never wavering from it in the slightest. Those two bite attempts gave Littlefoot inspiration.

“I know, I’ll call you Chomper.”

The newly-christened Chomper lived up to his namesake even before Littlefoot finished the sentence, his third chomp on the buzzer hitting its mark. Littlefoot cringed away as yellow fluids sprayed across Chomper’s maw. Right then and there, Littlefoot was reminded he was still dealing with a sharptooth. A sweet and beautiful and perfect hatchling sharptooth but a sharptooth nonetheless. Littlefoot’s love for Chomper didn’t waver but he became cognizant that his charge had a particular need that must be addressed.

“I guess…you’re hungry, huh?” Littlefoot said hesitantly.

Chomper chewed, wiggling his feet, gazing innocently at Littlefoot. For a second, Littlefoot wondered if the murderous sharptooth that dogged him and his friends also gazed up at its – his – parents with such sincerity and love while chewing meat. Inside, Littlefoot shuddered. What could lead such sweet children into becoming such terrifying and brutal killing machines? The thought of Chomper acting like that to fulfill his hunger, that sweetness gone, hurt Littlefoot’s soul. Littlefoot tried to think of a way to circumvent that – maybe there was a route to peacefully address Chomper’s unique diet.

“Gee, I know what sharpteeth like. But, well…” As the idea came to him, Littlefoot had a problem meeting Chomper straight in the eye. “Maybe I can teach you to eat green food like me. After all, I’m your papa now.”

Littlefoot emphasized that last statement with a nuzzle, and Chomper cooed with delight, turning to watch him with that innocent interest. Out of the corner of his eye, Littlefoot spotted a branch of leaves within reach that would be suitable for this test.

“Here.” Littlefoot broke off a stick and laid it at Chomper’s feet. “These leaves are really tasty. Try some.”

Intrigued, Chomper loudly bit the stick of leaves and chewed, trusting Littlefoot’s word. Those red eyes were turned to the sky thoughtfully as more and more of the leaves vanished into his mouth. Littlefoot got closer to watch, hope rising. Maybe the food thing wouldn’t be an issue after all.

But Chomper suddenly spat out the stick of leaves in disgust with enough force to fall on his backside. Chomper let out a “blargh.” The green food apparently seriously disagreed with his taste buds and Chomper glanced at Littlefoot as though currently doubting his guardian’s wisdom.

Littlefoot shook his head. “Whew, this is going to be harder than I thought.”

Nevertheless, Littlefoot was undaunted. He circled around so he could face Chomper.

“Chomper, you stay here, okay?”

Chomper nodded happily and made an affirming noise. Littlefoot smiled.

“You won’t go anywhere?” Littlefoot gently pressed.

Chomper shook his head, and went “Nuh-uh.” He remained firmly seated on the ground.

“Good.” Littlefoot raised his head. “I’ll be right back. After I get some advice from my grandparents.”

With that, Littlefoot started off to where he remembered his grandparents were, eating green food by the lake. He felt the weight of this new responsibility and yet soldiered on. He was going to have to word his questions carefully so his guardians would be none the wiser over Littlefoot’s little project. At times, they could be eerily perceptive over what was traveling through Littlefoot’s mind. It was a risk that some wouldn’t take and Littlefoot could picture one particular person’s reaction to his attempt to involve the grownups even tangentially.

“If Cera ever finds out, she’ll kill me,” he muttered.

Still, Littlefoot felt this was a risk worth taking. Chomper needed to eat and Littlefoot didn’t want to leave the hatchling hungry if he could help it. Littlefoot himself was still young and didn’t know much about the world. There could still be a way to have Chomper favor green food. If that didn’t pan out, Littlefoot would find some other source of nutrition for Chomper. The dangers of raising a sharptooth were probably great but Littlefoot found he didn’t much care so long as Chomper was content.

If told that morning he would find himself with the task of taking care of a meat eater, Littlefoot would have fled from the responsibility as fast as possible. Now Littlefoot couldn’t even conceive of abandoning Chomper. The very thought of filling those sweet and innocent eyes with disappointment and betrayal broke Littlefoot’s heart. He became determined to stand by Chomper through thick and thin. A bond had been forged, a powerful connection that came into being the minute red eyes met red eyes, that made Littlefoot want to do anything within his power to make his charge happy. However events might turn, whatever challenges lay ahead, Littlefoot shall continue loving Chomper and do his best for the sharptooth with a soul that reflected his own.

The End

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I've been thinking up and writing stories for as long as I could remember, both original and fanfic. I think it's just part of who I am.

I tend to be quite verbose and I have a lot of free time today, so there's that. Though it can slow the pacing of my stories, and it sometimes means I would have a one shot that's, say, 60 pages.