Littlefoot was racing home when his grandfather caught up to him.
"Littlefoot is that you?" Littlefoot turned around and nodded.
"Yes grandpa."
"Where have you been? Your grandmother has been worried sick." Grandpa longneck admonished Littlefoot lowered his head in shame.
"Sorry grandpa. My friends and I got playing and we kind of loss track of time. Plus Cera was really upset and..."
"Cera was upset? Why?"
"Well, she kind of caught her dad and Treea doing some uh interesting things and.." Littlefoot never finished his sentence for his grandfather looked at him and sighed.
"Whats wrong grandpa?"
"Nothing. It's just that you young ones are growing up so fast. He paused. Littlefoot I think its time for you , your gandmother, and I had a little talk." Littlefoot looked at his grandfather with suspicious look.
"Talk? What kind of talk?"
"A talk that has been coming for a long time."
"Grandpa does this have anything to do with what upsetted Cera today?" Grandpa nodded.
"Yes, Littlefoot. It does. Come on lets go get your grandmother." He nodded and together they headed for the nest.