Disclaimer: I don't own the Land Before Time characters. Only my OC's.
A/N: this story explains how Topsy got his bigoted beliefs in the first movie.
Topsy was happy with playing with his new friends; however, his father Tyrone was less than pleased. He was thinking that his own son was turning his back on his own kind. He made his way over to Topsy and his longneck friends.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH THOSE FLATHEADS?!" Tyrone screamed.
"I'm playing with them; also, please don't call them that," Topsy answered.
Suddenly, Tyrone's tail came up and then hit Topsy. The young threehorn flew a few feet in the air and landed stomach first into a tree trunk. He let out a pained yelp. Then, Tyrone walked over to the tree while grinning.
"I always knew you were soft; just like your mother," Tyrone sneered, then hit Topsy again.
With each slap to his body, Topsy began to cry in pain.
"THREEHORNS NEVER PLAY WITH LONGNECKS!" Tyrone screamed.
Topsy was now in agony; he was breathing heavily too. Suddenly, his mother came by and saw him all battered and bruised.
"How could you do this to him? He's done nothing wrong," Theresa said, half-furious, and half-horrified.
Tyrone turned his attention to his wife.
"He's done everything against his own kind; even has gone so far as to play with flatheads," Tyrone said.
Topsy was unconscious to respond to the name his father called the longneck children. Theresa hated what Tyrone had become; he used to be loving; now, he would hurt even his own flesh and blood.
"I'm ashamed of you, Tyrone; he is your son," Theresa stated.
"WHAT! THAT THING AIN'T MY SON! HE IS THE ONE THAT SHOULD HAVE DIED BY DROWNING INSTEAD!" Tyrone shouted.
Theresa's eyes widened in horror at that remark.
"Just be glad he didn't hear you say that; it would hurt his feelings," Theresa snarled.
Soon enough, Tyrone charged at Theresa and pierced her side with one of his brow horns. Topsy woke up just in time to see his mother being attacked. The look and smell of the blood was making him sick. He curled up and started sobbing uncontrollably. Moments later, Theresa managed to chase Tyrone away despite the blood loss. She made her way over to Topsy and tried to comfort him. She held him in her arms and nuzzled him.
"My poor baby; don't worry, I'm here and I won't let that mean threehorn hurt you anymore," Theresa said.
Topsy looked up at Theresa.
"He hurt you too," Topsy pointed out.
"Don't worry about me; it's you I'm more concerned about," Theresa stated.
Tyrone wandered over to Topsy.
"Let this be a lesson for you; I'll beat you every time you decide to play with flatheads," Tyrone threatened.
Topsy was still in shock; however, he nodded.
It would take a long time before Topsy's emotional and physical pain to disappear. His father's influence was enough to make him stay away from other kinds. He would grow up thinking that threehorns should keep to themselves.