Grandpa could only watch in terror as the longneck collapsed in front of him. Grandma was shocked, but had to answer her grandson's question, even if she had no idea how to explain this.
"I-I'm not sure, little one," she stuttered, before turning to her husband. "Dear, is that...?"
"I don't know," Grandpa shook his head in reply. "Grandma, go with Littlefoot and get some treestars, quickly. She's dangerously underweight and needs to get her strength back up."
"Of course," his mate replied, picking up Littlefoot and wandering off to find some good treestars to eat. She just hoped that the little one would make it though okay.