again a huge Thank You for you, somerandomfangirl
so here's the next chapter, I guess you'll enjoy it
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Chapter 3: A lot of disputeAfter a few minutes had passed the Great Valley residents calmed down.
"What happened?" the old Threehorn shouted, it could be seen that he was very furious. He hated everything that changed in the Great Valley, especially if it threatened the life of his three daughters; Cera, Cara and Candy.
"It seems as if a hot spring is lying under this watering place!" Grandpa assumed, puzzled.
The Threehorn answered, "Yes, Longneck, you might be right, but none of the hot springs
we know stinks so abominable like this one!"
"This is no ordinary hot spring, that's for sure!" Mr. Thicknose added. "I haven't seen anything like
that so far!"
"You haven't seen something like that?!?" the Threehorn raged. "All of us thought you knew everything, Thicknose, and that you have been everywhere!"
"How should I-I..." Mr. Thicknose stammered.
"All of us thought you'd know what would have to be done, but if you ask me, he doesn't know anything!" the Threehorn roared.
"But-"
"Shut up!!! Go away from here and never come back! That's an order!"
"Hey! Calm down... let's find a resolution in peace!" Littlefoot's Grandpa suggested.
"Exactly, we can't always make solutions since you always have to argue!" Littlefoot's Grandma added sending the Threehorn an accusative glare.
The gathered residents quarreled and quarreled with the old Threehorn, who throughout didn't
want to change his opinion, until the Swimmer Mommy reminded them to take care of their children.
Thereupon the old Threehorn also relented, "Well! We'll discuss that further, when our little ones
are in their nests!"
All of them agreed so every herd went their ways.
So did Littlefoot's herd.
As the Bright Circle disappeared behind the Great Wall, which shielded the Great Valley from
Sharpteeth and other dangers, and as the Night Circle appeared, it was time for Littlefoot to go
to sleep. His mother brought him a water- filled treestar since Littlefoot often became thirsty
during the night. Just as she went to nuzzle him Littlefoot said something.
"Stinky!" All of his herd heard it, and within a blink of an eye all of them stood around the little one.
"He said 'stinky'?" Littlefoot's father excitedly asked.
"I think so!" Littlefoot's mother whispered and hissed, "Don't be so loud, Bron, you're gonna wake up the whole Valley!"
"Forgive me, dear!" he answered, now with damped voice. "But this father thing's simply incredibly exiting! To see how my son grows up and learns, it makes me completely fidgety!" He grinned at his mate, who cuddled her neck against his.
Littlefoot's Grandparents looked at each other and smiled.
"He's already asleep!" Littlefoot's Grandma stated.
"Now then, let's discuss with the other adults what has to be done!" Littlefoot's Grandpa suggested. So they walked towards the formerly best watering place in the Valley.
After all of the kids were taken to their nests, the adults met again to discuss whether Mr. Thicknose should stay or not and what to do against the odd events.
The old Threehorn started, "First of all, you're allowed to stay, Thicknose, but in spite of that I think of you as a swindler! You don't know more than the other residents, you've disappointed all of us!"
Mr. Thicknose answered on that, "Something like this hasn't happened yet, so how should I know
what to do?"
"You always affirmed that you know everything, Thicknose!" Mr. Threehorn retorted.
"Don't start arguing again!" Littlefoot's Grandpa sighed." We need to discuss what has to be done!"
"Yes, of course you're right, Longneck, but what can we do when no one can tell us what's responsible for the events of the last days?!" Mr. Threehorn said, clueless.
"We should keep out distance from the water emitting, hot and stinky watering place!" Mr. Clubtail suggested.
"We should block the watering place with rocks!" Mr. Threehorn's mate suggested.
"We should ask all our visitors for advice!" Littlefoot's Mother suggested.
"We mustn't lose sight of our kids!" Mama Swimmer shouted, scared - she had brought up 12 children herself and was very protective of all of them.
"We should do exactly that and wait to see how things have developed in our mysterious and dangerous world!" Littlefoot's Grandpa said.
"I agree with you, Longneck!" Mr. Threehorn said. "We can't do anything, so just wait!"
"To block the watering place with rocks isn't a good idea, if you ask me!" Mr. Thicknose got himself
included. "That won't stop whatever is lurking under that watering place!"
"Right! How could we heave them here, anyway?" Littlefoot's Father questioned.
"All right! When YOU say it, Thicknose, it must be right!" the female Threehorn shouted. The old Threehorn grunted and said with his leader voice:
"My friends, difficult times will come, but we'll survive them like we always did and will do. Let's go to sleep now!"
All of them went to their nests and fell asleep. Many of them had bad nightmares since they were all
frightened that they would have to leave the Great Valley and that their lives were in danger.
