Under The Weather chapter 6
The next day, Littlefoot was back to his regular routine. He had fully recovered from the flu. Cera is still recovering and is starting to eat again. She would leave the tree sweets out until the next day since she doesn't feel ready to eat them yet. Topsy came by the nest to see if Cera is okay.
"How are you feeling Cera?" Topsy asked.
Cera shrugged.
"I'm okay; I don't have quite enough strength to ram tree stars off the trees yet; Littlefoot offered to gather them for me and I didn't turn him down," Cera replied.
Topsy smiled.
"Well; I'm glad you're feeling okay; I see that Littlefoot is not here," Topsy said.
"He's completely recovered; so, he left earlier to continue his duties that he left for his grandparents while he was sick," Cera claimed.
Topsy nodded. He is glad that his son-in-law was all better and his daughter is getting better. He left the nest and wandered around the valley. After a few hours, his muscles began to feel stiff and sore and his stomach began to hurt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Topsy moaned.
He began to sweat and shiver. He wiped the sweat droplets away from his face with his paw. Then, he began to feel hot. He took slow, deep breaths to keep the nausea at bay. A while later, Topsy arrived at the Thundering Falls for a drink. He winced in pain as he swallowed the cool water. Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were there too. Topsy looked up at the elderly couple and took a few slow steps towards them.
"Hi Topsy; how are you doing today?" Grandpa asked.
"I feel awful; I think I'm coming down with the flu," Topsy replied.
The elderly couple saw how uncomfortable their friend was and checked him over.
"It feels like you got a fever; can you name off any other symptoms?" Grandma wondered.
Topsy took a few slow and deep breaths before continuing.
"Every muscle in my body is aching, I've been getting chills, have been sweating, my throat is sore and my stomach is upset; I went by my nest before coming here and Tria told me that she's experiencing the same symptoms," Topsy explained.
The elderly couple shook their heads.
"It doesn't surprise me; Tria has been looking after Littlefoot and Cera for the last few days," Grandpa said.
Topsy moaned because of his upset stomach.
"Go home and rest; you need to get better," Grandpa replied.
Topsy was about to protest; when he saw his friend's expression, he went back to his nest.
Moments later, Littlefoot walked over to his grandparents.
"Hi guys; it's so great to be over that flu bug; where's Topsy?" Littlefoot wondered.
"Well Littlefoot; Topsy has also come down with the flu; he tells us that Tria has it too," Grandpa replied.
Littlefoot shuddered; he remembered when he first caught the flu a few days ago; he was miserable all the time and couldn't eat anything.
"I hope he feels better soon; the same with Tria; at least Cera is feeling well enough to eat," Littlefoot pointed out.
A few minutes later, two urgent voices were heard. Littlefoot turned his head and noticed his sons running up to him. He lowered his head to their eye level.
"Dad; Maya doesn't feel good; we think she's got the flu," Gene said.
Littlefoot nodded. He followed Tyrell and Gene to where Maya was.
A while later at the Tall Trees, Maya was seen throwing up; Grace was sitting by her side and rubbing her back with her paw. Maya was too busy throwing up to notice her dad coming up behind her. Moments later, Maya looked up at her dad; with a painful look in her eyes.
"Daddy?" Maya asked.
"Yes sweetheart; Daddy's here now; you're going to be okay; it's just a flu bug you caught," Littlefoot said.
Grace was curious about her mom's dad and stepmom.
"Where's Grandpa Topsy and Grandma Tria?" Grace asked.
"They're at home with the flu; they caught it from me and your mom," Littlefoot explained.
Grace nodded.
"What about Granddad? Is he okay?" Anita asked.
Littlefoot hasn't seen his dad in days; he assumed he was in perfect health.
"I'm sure he's doing great," Littlefoot answered.
The kids were happy about that.
"I'm gonna take Maya back to the nest; make sure to be home before the bright circle touches the Smoking Mountain," Littlefoot told the others.
"Yes Dad," Grace replied.
Littlefoot picked up Maya and carried her back to the nest. He sure hoped that this flu bug won't hit anybody else.
Meanwhile, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were having a discussion.
"This flu bug is out of control; I *wheeze, cough* (moan)-" Grandma's sentence was cut-off by her vomiting.
"Oh dear; not you too," Grandpa groaned.
Grandma nodded.
"I'm afraid it is true, dear," Grandma admitted.
Grandpa led Grandma back to the nest so she can sleep. He decided to stay with her to try and help her feel better.