Now that Pangaea was awake, he became aware of how hungry he was. The only things he’d eaten since arriving in the Land Before Time universe had been those tree sweets from the previous evening. Fortunately for him, it seemed that his Microraptor body required less food than his human one. Still, he was famished, and moreover, very thirsty.
He looked over at Guido, who had not moved from his sleeping spot on the side of Pangaea’s leaf-pile bed. Clearly he had not sleepwalked during the night, and the anchoring vine around his foot had been unnecessary (though it was good to have taken the precaution anyway).
“Hey, Guido,” he said, “Wake up!”
The glider didn’t stir. Apparently he was a pretty heavy sleeper. He’d have to be, Pangaea thought, remembering how it had taken a crash landing into a Spinosaurus’s back to wake him from his sleep-flight in LBT XII.
Walking up to the teal glider, Pangaea lightly rapped on Guido’s snout with his knuckles. “Guido!” he shouted, “It’s morning!”
Still Guido didn’t wake. Pangaea shrugged and turned to leave, hoping that he could find some food and return before Guido woke up.
Suddenly, Pangaea felt his foot catch on something. “AWK!” he screeched as he toppled forward. Pangaea tended to stumble so often that he instinctively caught himself most of the time, but this was not one of those times. A moment later he was sprawled on his front on the ground. Had he been in his human form, it probably would have been a faceplant, but as it was, his flexible dinosaurian neck meant that his head had been thrown far back as he fell, and as it swung forward, his chin had hit the ground instead of his snout.
“Ow,” he grunted, more out of absentminded force of habit than actual pain. Twisting his neck around, he discovered the reason for his fall: he had tripped over the vine tying Guido’s ankle to the nearby tree. In the process, however, he had dragged the smaller glider from his sleeping position, inadvertently waking him up.
“Ugh,” Guido groaned tiredly as he sat up, “what happened?”
“Uh, I tripped on your sleepwalking lifeline,” Pangaea explained as he dazedly rose to his feet, “I’m okay though. Actually, I succeeded in waking you up, so it’s all good.”
Brushing himself off, Pangaea turned to Guido. “I was just going to get some breakfast,” he said, “You can go back to sleep if you’re too tired to join me.”
Guido seemed to instantly snap wide awake. “What?!” he squawked, “And let you go off all by yourself? Never!”
Pangaea grinned. “Not gonna get rid of you that easy, huh?”
“No, sir!” Guido confirmed. Then he paused, and in that moment seemed to return to his usual shyer, more sheepish demeanor. “Well...if–if–if that’s okay with you, that is.” He chuckled nervously.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Pangaea said, smiling. “I enjoy the company. Though if I decide I need some time alone, you’ll understand, right?”
“Sure,” Guido nodded.
“All right then,” Pangaea said, “How ëbout you take me to the Thundering Falls? I’m dyin’ of thirst.”
“No problem,” Guido replied, “Right this way.”
