“Thanks,” Pangaea whispered, feeling a little bad for having woken Anna up. (He had thought that she was still awakeóperhaps his night vision wasn’t nearly as good as he had thought.)
“C’mon, Guido,” he whispered, “find a sleeping spot.”
Guido nodded, and ran off to look for a vine with which to “anchor” himself so that he didn’t walk off in his sleep. Pangaea, meanwhile, realized that he wasn’t entirely sure what was his natural sleeping position now that he was a Microraptor. He considered climbing a tree and perching like a bird, but discounted that option as he found, by flexing his toes, that his feet lacked the necessary muscular structure to lock in place around a perch. He also remembered from the twelfth LBT film that Guido appeared to have no problem lying down to sleep.
Not wanting to sleep on the bare ground, Pangaea began assembling a makeshift bed by scraping fallen leaves together into a pile. He made sure to use leaves that looked freshly fallen and had not yet dried up; he couldn’t abide a scratchy mattress. Eventually he had a substantial mound of soft green foliage accumulated at the base of a tree.
Pangaea surveyed his work, and frowned nervously. It looked suspiciously similar to one of the giant piles of green food the gang frequently ate from. Not surprising, considering that’s basically what it was. I hope Spike doesn’t come along and take a bite while I’m sleeping in it, he thought, sighing nervously.
At that moment, Guido returned, a long, slender vine looped around his shoulder. His eyes goggled at the sight of Pangaea’s leaf pile, which to him looked for all the world like a midnight snack for a leafeater.
“What’s that?” he asked, “I thought you couldn’t eat green stuff.”
“No, it’s a bed,” Pangaea replied, “I don’t know why, but it seems I can never fall asleep unless I’ve got something covering me. I guess I find the pressure relaxing.” With that he walked around to the back of the pile of leaves, and burrowed into it, poking his head out from the side facing away from the tree.
While the concept of a covered bed was strange to Guido, he appeared intrigued by it. “Actually, that looks kind of comfy,” he said, “Do you mind if I...uh...sort of...rest my head on it while I’m sleeping?”
“Suit yourself,” Pangaea replied, “Just...if you can, try not to touch me. Nothing personal; I just like to have my space when I sleep. I’ve pretty much had a bed to myself my entire life.”
Guido nodded in agreement. He then took the vine he was carrying, looped one end around the nearby tree, and tied the other end around his foot. “There!” he said when he was finished, “Won’t be sleepwalking anywhere tonight.”
Guido lay down beside Pangaea’s leaf pile, leaning his head and shoulders up against it like a pillow. “’Night, Pangaea,” he said.
“G’night, Guido,” Pangaea responded.
Perhaps all the shocking and strenuous events of the day had made Pangaea more tired than he had realized, but despite having so many things on his mind, he drifted off to sleep far more quickly than usual.
