Chapter 30: Looking for food The five young dinosaurs walked along a comfortably broad path with a high ceiling that was slightly sloping. Spike walked in front of them and carried Ducky on his back. He was followed by Petrie and Littlefoot, Cera being the last. Repeatedly, they stumbled across Stoneteeth having broken off the ceiling. To make the situation worse, they were wet because of water trickling down from the ceiling and the walls which was with a high probability due to the storm taking place in the previous night. Cera almost fell on her injury as a Stonetooth made the Threehorn trip so that she tumbled to the floor heavily which she commented on with an annoyed snort. After they had walked along the path for quite a while, Ducky suddenly called. "Oh no! We forgot to take Littlefoot's shiny stones!" "So what..." Cera muttered, dulled. "We must go back to get the stones, yes we must, we must!" Ducky exclaimed in excitement. She hopped around on Spike's back and brandished her skinny arms. "Me too tired to go back..." Petrie panted, clearly exhausted from the long walk. "Who needs dumb, ol' stones!?" Cera retorted. Spike stopped in his trot and gazed at Ducky, sitting on his back. "The stones are shiny, Cera, yes they are and they are pretty," the little Swimmer babbled. "So? Don't you wanna see your mum again, eh!?" Cera raged. "Cera right," Petrie professed. "But I want to have one, yes I want!" Ducky shouted outragedly. "And who's gonna carry them all the time, heh? You better don't ask me..." Everyone was staring at Littlefoot who had tried to avoid getting involved into the argument hitherto. "Well..." he spoke, "I think we should keep walking towards the exit as well since I'm..." Littlefoot's stomach uttered a rumbling. "Starving!" "Yeaaaah... Me empty from bottom to the top," Petrie croaked. Spike nodded in agreement which wasn't necessary at all since his stomach was growling so loud that it echoed from the walls. "I am hungry too, yep, yep, yep, but I do want to have the stones first, yep, yep, yep!" the little Swimmer whined. "Without me!" Cera declared determinedly. "Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" Ducky begged. "Ducky..." Littlefoot began explaining. It was obvious that Littlefoot didn't like to say what he was about to say but he had to or they would put down roots. "Try to see it this way..." "But I want them, yep, yep, yep!" Littlefoot was interrupted by Ducky who had clenched her hands into fists. "Now do you wanna see ya stupid mommy or not?!" Cera bellowed furiously. "I just wanted to..." Littlefoot tried speaking again only to get interrupted by Ducky another time. This time, however, it was due to the Swimmer howling loudly. Spike glared at Cera; the Threehorn could have expressed her point in a more accurate way in his view. "Yes, you are right," Ducky bawled. "I want my Moooooooo-mmyyyyyyyyy!" "Don't cry..." Petrie said, feeling uneasy. "Would you *please* listen?!" Littlefoot shouted, annoyed. "Go ahead..." Cera sighed. "Me listening," Petrie announced. "If we don't find something to munch on soon, we'll starve! On top of that, our folks won't stay at this cursed oasis and the fire forever. Certainly, they're considering us dead or close to being dead because they aren't aware of the exit..." "Probably... But how'd you know there's green food growing at the end of this damn path?" Cera asked. "Spike can *sniff* smell it, *sniff* yep, yep, *sniff* yep," Ducky sobbed. "I believe it when I see it..." Cera growled. "Great! Lead the way, Spike," Littlefoot told, relieved that the argument had come to an end for the time being. Spike led the way, sniffing here and there. Littlefoot grabbed Petrie with his tail and placed the Flyer on his back gently. "Welcome abord!" he chuckled. Petrie thanked Littlefoot. Cera trotted along disgruntledly.