Littlefoot nibbled his lower lip as he stared at the log for some kind of inspiration. Even with Ducky there, the current troubled him. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting swept away: it was that the stream drop-off was no more than a few feet from the log, and a push from the stream at the wrong time could cause one of them to fall into deep water.
There were times when a clever or novel solution was best. This was definitely one of those situations, but for the life of him he couldn't think of a single answer. He had no choice: they were going to have to put their feet to the fire and tackle this directly.
He took a single deep breath, and then plunged his head under the waters surface. With what little visibility the murky water afforded, Littlefoot saw the log was indeed partially buried in the silt. 'Nothing too bad,' he thought to himself, and emerged.
"Okay. Spike? You've got the strongest forearms out of the three of us, so if you could dig from the front of the log, Cera and Petrie can use a vine to pull the log forward. I'll push from behind," Littlefoot said. "If we can just get it out of the stream bed, we can just float it over to the bank. If we break it, it'll be no use to us as a signaling horn."
Ah, the thrill of leading. He felt potent--alive-- whenever he led, and that was a sensation that dimmed fear and lessened doubt... two things he had in spades right now. An image of his grandpa being unable to get to his feet dug at him, and he forced himself to give a confident, phony smile to the gang.
"Ducky, if it looks like one of us is gonna slip, don't be afraid to shout."
Chomper vaguely heard Littlefoot's instructions, but was primarily focused on Ducky. "Oh... Umm... Well, I-it could be worse, couldn't it?" Chomper said, regretting it the very instant it left his big fat mouth. Thinking fast, he followed up with: "I-I mean, at least she's not in pain or anything. She's just too tired to move. So it could still be worse, right?"
In a vividly Cera-esque moment, he could almost here a slow sarcastic clap in his head. 'Oh wow. That was real comforting. I think I can almost here the grass screaming for hands so they can slap themselves in the forehead,' a voice in his mind intoned.
He blushed hard, turning away from Ducky with a wince. He really hoped Ruby would be back soon...