Littlefoot and Janet found a place to eat after walking for an hour. It was lunch by the time they stopped. Littlefoot looked around. The area he was in was much nicer than the wasteland. The land started to change from dead and red to lively and green after the first forty minutes of their walk. It took another twenty to find the trees that were their source of a meal. It was like going out of the dessert and into the woods. Littlefoot walked up to the first tree closest to him and was about to rip the treestars off with his mouth before he realized something. He looked back at Janet. She was just standing there.

"Janet, aren't you hungry?"

"But the trees seem so high up."

Littlefoot looked at the trees. They were pretty high. Even he knew he could barely reach the first branch. He knew his height was bigger than his length, so he hatched a method.

"Stand back, Janet."

Janet did what she was told and gave Littlefoot some space. Littlefoot kicked himself from off the ground and stood on his hind legs. His head went through half of the branches of the side of the tree he was on. He grabbed a big branch with his mouth and started to shake it, hitting nearby braches with the branch in his mouth. The treestars started to rain down to the ground. A large pile of green maple leaves formed on the ground. Littlefoot lowered his front feet to the ground, making it quiver a little. Littlefoot faced Janet and smiled.

"Breakfast is served."

Janet faintly blushed.

"Thank you."

She walked over to Littlefoot and gave him a warm smile. He smiled back. She looked down at the food and lowered her head to eat it. She got a mouthful of leaves and grinded them in her mouth. She lifted her neck up to swallow them. She faced Littlefoot.

"They're so good. Um, aren't you going to eat some?"

"That's your pile. I'll find my own."

"Littlefoot, we can share. I don't mind. This way, you can eat now."

Littlefoot nodded and lowered his head to get a mouthful of leaves. He lifted his head up to grind and swallow them. He heaved in relief.

"Boy, that is good."

Janet giggled a little.

The two longnecks continued with their breakfast. Littlefoot finished the last of the leaves. After he swallowed it, a burp came out.

"Woah. Excuse me."

Janet just shook her head.

"A total female rub off."

"I said excuse me," defended Littlefoot.

"But you get points for trying."

Littlefoot smiled a bit.

"Thanks. Um, we should get going."

Littlefoot started walking through the woods along a clear grassy path. Janet walked by his side.

"Littlefoot, I've been meaning to ask you: do you know where you're going?"

Littlefoot stopped, causing Janet to stop. Littlefoot thought hard and came up with an answer.

"Not exactly."

"So, the answer is no."

Littlefoot quickly thought about it.

"Pretty much," he said, nodding in agreement.

"Well," said Janet, looking around, "I think we're in the right trail. Yep, it appears so."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, we're like a bright circle or two from the Great Valley. Obviously, you don't want to go back there."

"No. I would be reminded everyday my grandparents are dead."

"My parents also heard of stories called Green Valley."

"Green Valley?"

"It's a luscious place filled with food and water. It's peaceful to a point, and sharpteeth rarely attack."

Janet dreamily sighed.

"Oh, and it's only our kind."

"What do you mean?"

"What else do you think 'our kind' means? It's just longnecks that live there."

A valley filled with longnecks as a permanent home? It sounded too good to Littlefoot. A smile crept along his face.

"Sounds good. Do you know where it is?"

"My mother said it was four bright circles from the Great Valley. To be honest, we were going to the Great Valley, and if my parents didn't like it, we were going to go to the Green Valley."

Littlefoot began to think.

"You said it was four bright circles away, in this direction?"

Janet nodded.

"Well, we've been walking for a day and a half in the direction it's in. Might as well check it out."

"What do you mean 'might as well'? It's paradise, Littlefoot. Green food, fresh water, and young males. Oh, the young adult males."

She faintly blushed.

"Then probably you wouldn't have liked the Great Valley."

"How come?"

"It has green food, fresh water, and one young adult male; me."

Janet's expression dropped. Litllefoot slightly grin.

"Well, we better hurry. You're not the only one trying to find a mate."

Janet gave Littlefoot a confused look. Littlefoot turned from her and continued walking towards their new destination. Janet watched him as he left. What he told her sounded like he was disappointed by that fact. She walked up to him.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's nothing."

"It has to be something. You brought it up."

"Don't worry yourself too much about it."

"Littlefoot, please tell me. Something tells me that there's another reason why you're out here. That's just it, isn't it? I mean going out in such of dangerous place because your grandparents seems…off. I would still live in the valley for safety."

"You're always so nosy," commented an agitated Littlefoot.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Stuck-Up. It's just that this is what happens when a friend cares about you. I mean, you've been in friendships before, haven't you?"

"Of course. I'm not a lonely longneck."

"Then tell me, Littlefoot. I want to help you, as a friend."

"Well, it's just that…um…I'm trying to attract a female."

Janet just looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant. She slyly smiled.

"Oh, you're trying to find a mate, same as me."

Littlefoot blushed.

"Well, yeah, but I think I don't know how. I mean I come from a valley that does not have a single longneck my age living there."

"You need some guidelines to attract someone?"

Littlefoot nodded.

"Well, it would be easier for me to tell you how to attract a male, so let me tell you that."

"Wait. I'm not a homo-dinosaur."

"Um, well, sorry. It's just that the way you treated me and you asking me advice made it seem so."

"I asked you because you know what a female wants," replied an annoyed Littlefoot. "Besides, how is me treating you have anything to do with me being gay?"

"Well, the males that I've met as friends are super nice to me and don't argue with me. Because you're the opposite, I thought you didn't like the opposite gender."

"That doesn't make any sense at all!"

"See? There you go, yelling again."

Littlefoot sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm not gay. I ask you for what a female looks in a male."

"Well, politeness."

"Besides that one."

"Let's see. Charm, personality, strength, and handsomeness."

"Yeah, good luck finding a perfect male," snorted Littlefoot.

"At least, all the males I've met were better than you!"

"That's because they were trying to pound you! I'm a male. I should know."

"Oh, so are you too trying to, so-called, pound me? Is this just a grand act?"

"No, because we argue a lot, like now for instance."

"That doesn't mean you're trying!"

"Listen, I'm not. Okay? Sheesh, I'm the victim here. You know what? Why don't you just go by yourself to Green Valley? This is just day two, and you talk crap to me a third of the time. I can't deal with this."

Littlefoot looked at Janet one more time and started walking westward. Janet stood speechless as he left. Never had a male wanted to leave her. Hurt, she yelled out to Littlefoot at a distance.

"Go, you idiot! Have fun trying to find a mate with that attitude!"

Something poked her heart. It wasn't as painful as the stab she felt after her herd died, but it didn't go unnoticed. With tears in her eyes, she headed north, in the direction of Green Valley.