Chapter III: Cera

Littlefoot had barely heard his father as he slowly peeked through the tall blades of grass to see what the laughing was about. He stuck his head through, and saw the most mysterious thing: It was a three horn, butting her head against her father. She had orange skin, and her two top horns hadn't even begun to come in yet. The three horn then glanced over at a large, blue insect. Sensing some sort of challenge, she glared at the insect slyly, and prepared to chase it. Littlefoot was watching the whole thing and began to smile. He'd never seen anything like it, and was despirately trying to hold back bursting into laughter.

Right then, the three horn charged menacingly at the bug, and she made some sort of roar as she did. While she was chasing the creature, Littlefoot was surprised to see her crash right through a large stone while still chasing the insect. It crumbled, and then she suddenly hit her head against a much larger stone. The insect flew towards another stone right by it and landed there. Seeing her chance to catch it, the three horn quickly charged streight at it. But just befor she could hit it, the insect flew away and she hit her head against the stone- hard.

Littlefoot was watching the entire thing go on. He was virtually smiling out of control, as he almost wanted to join her in catching the bug.

To try to get her attention, Littlefoot shouted, "Hey!"

She completely ignored this and watched the insect land on top of one more large stone. She made a deathly glare at it and began to close in. But just before she could, the insect suddenly squirted a thick, blue liquig out of itself. it hit her directly in the face, much to her surprise. After that, the bug flew away for good, and the three horn was very mad now.

Littlefoot could no longer hold back his laughter as he burst into it. He could hardly control himself from what he had just seen, but it didn't last long. In the middle of his laughter, the three horn said to him in an annoyed tone, "What are you laughing at?"

This made Littlefoot pause for a moment and look back up. And then he gasped. To his surprise, the three horn was preparing to charge at Littlefoot, almost as if she were going to attack. But Littlefoot sensed that she wanted to play with him, so he jumped out of the patch of grass he was in, and began to charge also, attempting to make himself look as intimidating as possible. He slowly lowered his body to the ground, and then at the same time, they launched at one another like lightning. The three horn squealed as she ran at him as fast as she could, with intentions that Littlefoot barely knew.

But both of their parents saw this, and also at the same time, they went to stop it. The three horn's father went for her, and Littlefoot's father went for him. It was a very close call in the end, but they stopped any injuries from happening at the last second. The adlut three horn got in between them and made a menacing glare at the two of them, especially at Littlefoot. He held that look for a few seconds until he spoke.

"Come, Cera. Three horns never play with... longnecks."

Cera, feeling quite proud of herself, spat at Littlefoot in a very childish fashion. Her father began to walk up to Littlefoot, and he quickly began to back away. And Cera, still feeling proud of herself, repeated what her dad had just said.

"Three horns never play with longnecks!"

A second later, they felt their fathers scoop them both up in his jaws. Littlefoot was lifted up off the ground as his father carried him by the tail. For a brief moment, the two adults looked at each other, not knowing what to say to one another, and then littlefoot's father began to walk away from the three horns. As this happened however, Littlefoot was thinking very hard about something. He had never heard the term "longneck" before, nor had he heard of a three horn. He wondered if his parents knew. He climbed over his head and onto his back, and then they all began to walk forwards again.

"Longneck?", he said to himself. He looked up at his mother. "Mother? What's a... longneck?"

His mother began to smile as she answered. "Why, that's what we are, dear."

Littlefoot replied, "Oh. . . .well, why can't I play with that three horn?" He then gave out a small chuckle. "We were having fun."

For one reason or another, his mother felt somewhat uncomfortable answering that. "Well... we all keep to our own kinds. The three horns, the spike tails. the swimmers, the flyers. . . we never do anything together."

When she said that, she shot a quick glance at her mate, wondering how he was reacting to this.

But his mother's explination for this seemed somewhat confusing. "Why?"

She knew this would be a tough one to explain to him. "Well... because we're different. it's always been that way."

But right before she was ready to end the conversation, her mate unexpectedly spoke up,

"Well I think it's wrong".

They all stopped for a moment and looked at him. "Wha- what do you mean, dear?"

She turned around and paced towards him. "I don't think it's right to stay seperate all the time. I mean, so what if we're different? that doesn't mean we should be prejeduced to one another." He had a faint, but firm tone in his voice.

Littlefoot's mother seemed confused. "But Bron, why didn't you ever say this before?"

He sighed. "Well, we've never had to bring it up before. No one ever asked anyone how they felt about it, and I just don't think it's right."

Littlefoot's mother then gave him a look that said "I think you might be right".

After this, they all continued to walk forwards, towards the sun. Littlefoot spoke after this. "Mother?"

"Yes dear?"

"Will there be other kinds at the Great Valley?"

She thought for a second. 'Well, I'm sure there will be many kinds for you to play with. There may even be other longnecks, too."

Thinking of the Great Valley made Littlefoot tired. he sighed, and said, "I wish we were there now."

She replied, "Well it's a long way yet. Past the great rock that looks like a longneck... past the mountains that burn. It's a long way. but we'll get there. I promise."

After she said this, Littlefoot looked up past the trees and at the setting sun. It was bright and orange tinted. Littlefoot always loved it when the bright circle was like this.

"Father?", said Littlefoot.

"Yes, Littlefoot?", he replied.

"Are you sure we can get all the way to the Great Valley?" he wanted to be sure both his parents were confident in this.

Bron then told him, "Littlefoot, I promise on the Bright Circle that we'll get there safe... all of us."

Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating in so long, it's mostly school related. But I hope that you enjoyed chapter 3 of the Miracle of Nature. If you like it, feel free to review this chapter and tell me what you think! And speaking of that, don't be afraid to inform me of any spelling mistakes of gramical errors in this. I typed this at about 12:30 AM, so I'll need to know about them. Thanks