The longnecks had arrived in a new place to rest for a couple of days. They were in a small forest now, resting near an open water source in the center of the tall trees. The large river had formed a small lake as it cut through this forest with pine tree-like plants. Most of the longnecks were surrounding the lake, either eating or relaxing. Some weren't. Among those longnecks that sat near the shores of the lake were three longnecks. They were the longnecks that confronted Littlefoot in the oasis. Dyanna and Taro were lying on their underbellies. Farrah was sitting straight up in front of them, thinking.

"What about Splasher?" wondered Farrah.

Dyanna shook her head.

"No."

"Kick the Seed?"

Dyanna and Taro shook their heads.

"Stoner?"

"That game is horrible," stated Taro. "I think I still feel the pain the last time I kicked the rock."

"Why did others come up with that game?" asked Dyanna, facing Taro.

Taro gave her a blank look.

"I don't know."

Farrah half-closed her eyes.

"Remember that herd of longnecks we passed and shared the rest place with? The older kids told us about the game and laughed when Taro started to cry."

"Hey," snapped Taro. "I did not cry."

"Whimper?"

"Males don't cry," snorted Taro.

"That's after they grow up."

Taro was about to lash at Farrah, but he kept his actions sealed. Only the annoyed face was seen.

"Ah, Taro," started Dyanna in a smooth voice, "you look kind of cute when you're mad."

Taro's shade of anger turned into a shade of embarrassment. Taro finally calmed down, keeping his blushing face and lowered his head to the ground, looking away from the girls.

"Are we going to think of a game to play or not?"

"Why don't we ask Littlefoot?" asked Farrah.

"Littlefoot?"

Dyanna looked from Farrah back to Taro.

"The cute longneck you wanted to fight."

Taro gave a blank stare at Farrah.

"Oh, c'mon. Not him. He's probably worse than Shorty when it comes to coming up ideas to play games."

"I highly doubt that," said Farrah. "Just give him a chance, Taro."

Taro looked at Farrah's pleading, violet blue eyes and sighed.

"Fine, lover-girl."

Farrah was slightly confused by the nickname and half-closed her eyes as she tried her best to keep the blush conceal.

"I'm only saying it, because I just wanted to see how well he plays."

Taro grinned at Dyanna.

"See that, Dyanna. Farrah wants to see how well he plays."

Dyanna giggled. Farrah's blush deepened.

"You're so immature."

"But Farrah," began Dyanna. "How are you going to find him? I haven't seen him ever since we got here."

"Me too," agreed Taro.

"Then let's split up and find him," suggested Farrah.

"Or we can just play without him?"

Farrah half-closed his eyes and stared at Taro blankly. Taro nervously smiled.

"Or we can find him."

"Okay then. Let's split-up and find him."

Dyanna and Taro nodded, and the three longnecks split ways to find Littlefoot.

Littlefoot was hidden in the forest, not too far from the lake. He was just walking around, pondering about his thoughts. After arriving to this area, his grandmother had gone to sleep for much needed rest. Bron was busy teaching Willace the ways of leading as Gynna and Shorty were off having some breakfast. Littlefoot felt more comfortable talking to his father and grandmother about his feelings, but with both of them doing their own things and not wanting to disturb them, Littlefoot walked alone in the tranquil forest.

He sighed. His thoughts were still floating around his mother, grandpa, and great uncle. With them gone, Littlefoot's pain in his heart grew. He only had his father and grandmother. What if they were next soon? Would he face the reality of them being gone before he turned into an adult? Would he be an orphan, along with Shorty. Would he suffer the same fate of Shorty about nobody wanting him? Yes, he was mature, but the responsibility of taking care of him could probably prove to be too stressful. His curiosity always got the best of him, and because of that, danger was present. In fact, he was alone in the woods. A sharptooth could pop out and chop him into pieces. Still, he needed time to think and being away from a crowd allowed him to do so.

Memories of his mother came about his head. Now being a part of Bron's herd, Littlefoot would now spend more time with his father than before. He remembered when he asked his mother about his father.

A family of longnecks walked passed Littlefoot, his mother, and his grandparents. The family consisted of a mother, a father, and two young longnecks. The longneck twins rode on their father's head as he smiled. Littlefoot was looking up at the family as they walked along the dried mud-cracked terrain with a few dying trees scattered about it. Littlefoot looked up at his mother.

"Mother?"

"Yes, my Dear," replied Littlefoot's mother as she looked down at her son.

"Where's father?"

Littlefoot's mother was shaken by the question, but Littlefoot did not notice. His grandparents looked at each other, wondering what their daughter was going to say. However, Littlefoot's kept her calm and caring voice.

"It's hard to explain."

"How come?"

"… Well…your father left us."

Littlefoot was shocked by this.

"Why? Did he not love us?"

Littlefoot's mother shook her head.

"No. He loved us very much."

"But if he loved us, then why isn't he here?"

Littlefoot then gasped.

"Did something bad happen to him? Is that why he's not here?"

"Littlefoot. I do not know if you'll understand this, but your father left to protect us. He hoped to find something wonderful."

"I understand, Mother. So, when is he coming back?"

His mother became silent. She lifted her head back up and looked forward. Littlefoot curiously looked at his mother.

"Mother?"

Grandpa Longneck lowered his head in front of Littlefoot.

"Littlefoot, you must be tired. Why don't I give you a ride?"

Littlefoot nodded and smiled.

"Okay."

Littlefoot didn't know at the time what his father was doing. He thought he was still alive, but before going to bed, Littlefoot's mother just told him she was sorry his father was never coming back. This devastated Littlefoot, but after his grandfather explained about why his father left, he never brought it up again. In his image, all he imagined about what his father looked like was a younger Grandpa Longneck. He never imagined that his looks would be a mirror image of his father.

Littlefoot kept on walking onward, deep in thought. He was looking down at the ground when something jumped out of the bushes and knocked him down from his side. He lifted his head off the ground and looked to see who bonked into him. A female longneck was shaking her head off from the sand. He recognized her as Farrah.

"Farrah?"

Farrah faced Littlefoot, but she did not smile. Her face displayed panic.

"Oh, found you. Now, let's go."

Farrah was about to run, but Littlefoot's voice stopped her.

"Wait, Farrah. How come you're looking for me?"

"I can tell you later. We need to get out of here."

"But-"

Within the woods, a low roar was heard. It gave the longneck kids the chine.

"Does that answer your question?"

"No, but let's get out of here."

The two longnecks sprinted away through the forest. Unfortunately, the sharpteeth caught their scent and pursued them. Still running, Littlefoot asked questions.

"What is chasing us?" he panted.

"Two fast-biters," heavily breathed Farrah. "Eh, you have some nerve asking questions when I'm running for my life."

"But you led them here."

Farrah half-closed her eyes as she ran, but Littlefoot did not see.

"You do realized if it wasn't for me, those biters would've taken you."

Littlefoot just realized this.

"… Less talking, more running."

"Read my mind."

The two longnecks continued to run towards where the other longnecks were. Littlefoot glanced back and saw there were two fast-biters. One was brown with yellow stripes on its back, and the other was green with light green stripes on its back. Both had yellow eyes and were classified as Velociraptors. Littlefoot looked back forward, trying to concentrate on the path before him. The Velociraptors were gaining up on the two longnecks. Closer and closer they were on having some lunch.

Suddenly, a sauropod dinosaur came into view for the longnecks. The figure had walked out of the woods and into the path. He faced the direction where the longnecks were running from and saw the danger. The kids hurried along and hid behind the familiar face. The Velociraptors skidded to a stop to roar at the adult longneck. Being only pushovers, they received a tail bash that landed them against a tree. They fell to the ground and figured a small meal was not worth their lives. Roaring in defeat, they left. Littlefoot smiled.

"Thanks, Dad."

Bron looked down at Littlefoot and Farrah, narrowing his eyes. Littlefoot and Farrah gulped.

"Son, we need to talk. Follow me."

Bron led the way as Littlefoot and Farrah followed behind him.