Finally Dein reached the brook. He leaned and took mouthfull of water. That was all he needed in this moment. Then he heard a noisy and squeaky sound behind him:
"<Welcome, Big One! I hope we dont interrupt you with anything?>"
Papa Sharptooth turned back abrutply and see no one was standing there...
"<Hey! We are here! Look down!>" he heard that sound again and he bowed his head. He saw a pack of little, green, two-footed biters, which he called "chirping-biters" (compsognathus).
"<You again!?>" Dein said with slight frustration. He has no great respect for these scavengers, that was able to hunt only bugs by themselves and often came to him and Terri to ask for some left-overs. The one of little creatures, which obviously was a leader of a pack, wasnt at all affected by sharptooth rude question.
"<Good! We have now an eye contact with each other! You remember me, dont you? Hmm... I think not. Let my re-introduce myself then! Sog is my name!>" the little chriping-bitter said.
"<Yeah... Whatever.>" Dein murmured, starting to walk away.
"<Hey! Wait! We've came to ask you something! Would you mind to listen to our humble request, Big One?>" Sog asked intently. Dein just sighed and stopped.
"<Let me guess... You want me to give you remains of the swimmer we hunted, is that so?>"
"<Yes, Big One.>" Sog answered happily and other scavangers chanted in unison:
"<Food, food, food!>"
"<Alright, alright. You will get your meal! Just be quiet and be gone!>" Dein roared. Chirping-biters run away, knowing they had achieved their goal and so Papa Sharptooth was left alone and he could enjoy restored calmness...
Pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Optimist sees a light in the tunnel. Realist sees the light of coming train. And a driver sees three idiots standing on the track.
"My heart has joined the thousand, for my friend stopped running today." - Watership Down by Richard Adams.