"He's still a kid though."

"But he has matured so much."

"But we still need him to be supervised."

Mr. Threehorn and the others were discussing what to do with Littlefoot. They had gathered in the circular rock formation with an arc that symbolized a door to consult about the matter. Though he was the voice of reason, Mr. Threehorn couldn't stand the idea of Littlefoot being a leader. Though he was smart to all corners of the world, he was prone to make the mistakes of an adolescent.

It had been days since Yasmine and Rex left with Bron and his herd. It was about ten days before it that Littlefoot took his grandparents' place. When the elders saw that Littlefoot took some charge of what was best for the herds, they were astonished by how young he was. Some longnecks taunted the others by asking why one of the leaders was so young. Mr. Threehorn got fed up and called a meeting without Littlefoot.

"We appear to be the laughingstock of this world. The longnecks thought so."

"But Littlefoot is a good leader," pointed out Mr. Thicknose, a wise threehorn that had the privilege of seeing Littlefoot's fast and intelligent thinking. "I owe it to him for saving my life."

"Though he is good, I agree with Mr. Threehorn," said a spiketail. "If our leader seems puny, no one will take us seriously as a herd."

"Alright. Those in favor of a supervisor for Littlefoot say I."

"I," said a majority of the dinosaurs.

"All who oppose."

"Nah," said five dinosaurs.

"That settles it. We need to find a caretaker for Littlefoot."

"But he has his father," said Ducky's Mother.

"That's true. What was his name again? Bron? Well, when he comes here, we'll explain the situation."

"But he hasn't shown up for the past year," pointed out Pterano, Petrie's uncle that was once banished from the herd.

"True. We'll wait for five more bright circles. If he doesn't show, then we need a supervisor for Littlefoot."

Littlefoot woke up as the sun began to climb into the sky. He looked over at Ali and smiled. She was still resting. He decided to gather some food and bring it to her. He walked away from the nest and tried to find some treestars that he could reach. As he searched, he saw Mr. Thicknose and greeted him.

"Good morning. You're up early than usual."

"I decided to feast before everyone else got the good stuff," lied Mr. Thicknose.

"Oh. Well, I'm off to find food. Talk to you later."

"Bye Littlefoot."

Littlefoot continued his search and bonked into Ducky's mother. The green grayish Parasaurolophus looked at the longneck and said hi.

"It's quite early that you're awake, Littlefoot."

"Yeah. I'm just getting some food."

"Alright then. I must be going too. Bye."

Ducky's mother walked off. Littlefoot thought why she was awake but shrugged it off. He continued his walk. He eventually found the tree she liked. He leaned against it and reached for the leaves. He pulled down several for him and for her. He piled them up using his tail and swept them back to the nest. Along the way, he met Mr. Threehorn.

"You're awake also, Mr. Threehorn?"

"Couldn't sleep," he laughed. "I see you getting some food."

"Yeah."

"Well, I need to go get some too. I'll talk to you later."

He walked off. Littlefoot looked around him and saw that most of the adults were awake. He called back to Mr. Threehorn.

"Did you have a meeting?"

"A meeting? No."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you accusing me as a fibber?"

"N…No. I was just wondering."

"Littlefoot, we would tell you if we had one."

Littlefoot thought about it and agreed to show respect.

"Sorry."

"Alright. See ya."

He went out of Littlefoot's view. The adolescent Apatosaurus went back to sweeping the leaves. He made it back to the nest to see that Ali was just barely walking up. She smiled.

"Good morning," she chuckled.

"Morning. I got some breakfast for us."

Ali walked over and rubbed Littlefoot's cheek.

"Thank you."

Littlefoot said nothing. Ali sensed something was wrong and asked.

"It was weird. The adults were all awake earlier than usual. I think they had a meeting without me."

"You know that they will always get you. Remember when you overslept that one time, and Mama Swimmer woke you up before the meeting started."

"I remember. That was the night we were telling the young ones about our adventure."

"They won't turn their backs on you."

"I guess you're right."

Ali took the first bite of the big pile. Littlefoot took a bite after her, still having second thoughts.

Dusk had come. Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, Ali, and Spike were sitting in a grassy clearing, talking about how they would fend off a sharptooth when they got bigger. Cera brought the topic up.

"I would thrash it around," said Cera proudly. "It wouldn't stand a chance."

"Me would distract it and lead it off a cliff," said Petrie. "That way me no get hurt."

"I don't think I would be able to protect myself," said Ducky. "I would need to throw stuff at it."

Spike got up and whipped his tail around and nodded. He sat back down.

"I would use my tail as an advantage," said Littlefoot. "Remember when Doc and my grandpa used their tails to break the tower of rocks to crush the two sharpteeth? That's why my tail would be my advantage."

"Same here," said Ali, "but I could also use my head to ram it."

"Cera," echoed Cera's father's voice.

"Petrie," called out Petrie's Mother.

"Ducky, Spike," called Mama Swimmer.

"We need to go," said Cera. "We'll see you tomorrow."

Everyone said their byes and left. Littlefoot lowered his neck.

"Littlefoot?"

"I missed my grandparents calling for me."

"It'll be alright. Let's get some sleep."

The two longnecks walked back to the nest. Littlefoot stopped when he thought he heard something.

"You hear that?"

A bush shook a little. Littlefoot approached it and looked behind it. Ali saw the creature too and smiled. She walked up to it. The dinosaur walked up to Ali and smiled. He rubbed against her leg.

"It's a baby longneck," stated Littlefoot.

"It's all alone. I guess we have to take care of it in the meantime."

"We?"

Ali's cold stare frightened Littlefoot.

"Of course," he complied.

Ali picked up the tiny longneck and put it on Littlefoot's back. The baby looked at Littlefoot's head and smiled. She curled up and went to sleep.

"Where do you think she came from?"" asked Ali.

"I don't know, but I think she just hatched."

Littlefoot nodded his head towards a broken egg. It rested against a tree trunk and was covered by big leaves.

"She's so young then. She needs a mama."

Ali nudged the baby longneck softly. The longnecks started walking back to their nest.

"She needs a name," stated Littlefoot.

"Okay. I'll name her Kristy."

"Um, Ali, do you know how to take care of a baby?"

"Of course. I'll be a good mom."

"But we need to send Kristy back to her mother. She might be worried."

"I haven't met a mother who forgot about one of her eggs."

"Maybe she thought an egg stealer ate it."

Ali lowered her neck.

"I guess."

"Don't worry. We just need to think who the last herd here was."

"How about that herd of longnecks that left two days ago? It might be their baby."

"Yeah, but let's ask around tomorrow."

Ali yawned. They made it back to the nest. They laid down and closed their eyes to rest. Ali had her head rested on Littlefoot's shoulder, and the baby remained asleep on Littlefoot's back. Littlefoot sleepily opened his eyes for a moment and smiled. Images of his family came into thought. He rested his eyes and finally dozed off.

Littlefoot and Ali woke up to Kristy's crying. Littlefoot lazily picked up the baby and set Kristy on the floor. She got up on her feet, but she quickly fell down. Ali walked over to her side as Littlefoot yawned loudly.

"She needs to learn how to walk," said Ali.

"You teach her while I find some food. She's crying because of that."

"But Littlefoot, I want you to see her take her first steps."

Littlefoot groaned softly and looked at Kristy as she struggled to stay up. Much to Littlefoot's disappointment, Kristy finally stood up after the sixth time of falling. She quickly learned how to walk afterwards by practically running towards Littlefoot. She tripped and fell on Littlefoot's leg. He helped her up by pushing her with his head. Kristy laughed and licked Littlefoot's forehead. A grin appeared on his face. Ali watched them contently.

"I think she likes you," said Ali. "You do look like her dad."

"Yeah, but we need to get her to her mother. I don't want her to get too attached."

The baby laughed.

"I think it's too late for that," she smiled.

"Well, I'll see to it that she is reunited with her parents. I'm going to get food."

Littlefoot walked off. Ali sighed and looked down at Kristy. Kristy stretched her neck out, yearning for Littlefoot. Ali lowered her head to rub Kristy's head. Kristy looked up at Ali and beamed. She walked to Ali's foot and rested against it. Ali sat down and exhaled sadly.

"He'll be back Kristy," she reassured the baby.

Why does he not want her? I've always know him as accepting, but why not towards her?

In the distance, a herd was approaching the Great Valley. They had been wondering for days after the devastating earthquake. Their leader suggested they head towards the Great Valley, which was the closet haven. He was thrilled to be heading in that direction. He just hoped his remaining family was alright.