
Petrie: "Me no think we should make wish."
Littlefoot: "Oh, come on. What is the worst that could happen?"

don't even say...
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Cera: OOOOOK. Now I believe you told the truth about this rock fell from the sky. But still - it is just simple rock!
Petrie: HUUUGE rock... Oh! Petrie just imagined he is hit by this big rock from above while flying!
Littlefoot: *sadly* Wish this rock fell and kill that Sharptooth on that day...