Littlefoot: *yawns* what, Chomper?
Chomper: ummm... Behind you... It seems you are sleeping on corpse of adult longneck...
(that stones behind)
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Meanwhile, somewhere in the mysterious beyond...
Papa sharptooth: When we, or any of leaf-eaters die, our bodies become the grass, and the leaf-eaters eat the grass.
Sharp: I see...