Nature or Nuture I: Tria's temper!

Many ages ago the world was filled with much wonder and excitement but little food, so well some fought over food others became meals them selves, this was true in all but one place the Great Valley! A place where many a creature large and small grew up played lived loved and died in peace.

Littlefoot the longneck had grown to nearly 15 feet tall and was starting to look a lot like a miniature version of his mother (albeit not very miniature at all). Cera the three horn was now nearly the size of Mr. Threehorn, herfather and her skin has darkened from peach orange to a light vermillion. Ducky the swimmer now stood at 6 feet tall about half the size of her mother. Petrie the Flyer had also grown to nearly the size of his now returned and loving uncle Pteronto, and Spike much to chagrin of Mr. Threehorn now was as large as Mr. Threehorn. An addition to the gang was Chomper not standing 11feet at the shoulder but his arms had not grown since he was very young making them look tiny by comparison. Chomper spent most of his days as pest control eating Buzzing stingers and fluzzies till his hearts content but today as the six enjoyed the cool flow of the water neer the Thundering Falls Chomper seemed not himself a detail Little foot noticed first.

"Hey Chomp', what's wrong you look like you haven't eaten in days." Little foot asked as Ducky surficed between them.

"Yup, yup, yup you look like your starving!" Said duckey imitating her younger self.

"It's ok Littlefoot. I'm fine." Chomper said trying to put on as brave a face as possible. Little foot knew this face it was the same one he showed around his parents the second time him and Chomper crossed paths on that island.

"You can't foll me we're pretty much brothers you're hungry again." Little foot said as Cera came over. Cera had always had a small bit of beef will Chomper something about the small scar on her tail so Littlefoot knew how this was going to get.

"Maybe he wants some Spiketail for lunch that one over there is big enough." Cera said in a chuckle Spike knew she was joking and continued to eat on the greenery in the river bed.

"Cera! Don't be mean to Spike!" Littlefoot retorted before looking at Chomper, instead of looking discouraged his face had the same look that spike had when he saw a full tree of treestars.

"Chomper!" Littlefoot yelled causeing Chomper to get out of the trance he was in.

"Sorry Spike, I don't know what came over me! I felt the same as when I was chasing you on the island and it felt sorta good actually. I Don't know why." Chomper confessed earning a look of concern from Petrie who had just perched him self in a near by tree.

"I don't know why you would feel that, but you should run Chomper Mr. Threehorn is coming this way.

Petrie was Right Mr. Threehorn was there and had a large scowl on his face (what was a smile for him).

"Hey Sharptooth get outa the water! Ya blasted brat of a kid!" Mr. Threehorn yelled as he bared his teeth and prepared to charge at Chomper with his horns. Behind him was his new mate Tria and closely followed was Tricia now looking like Cera back in the day except she was pink instead of peach.

"Now Topsy, is that anyway to speak to one of your daughter friends? Be nice will you." Tria said in her loving female threehorn voice that was softening due to her age. Mr. Threehorn's voice would have softened in the same way if he didn't yell all the time he now had a sandpaper voice that had deepened even futher then it was before.

"Oh alright love, Sorry Chomper." Mr. Threehorn said in a reconcilling yet still hard and grizzly voice. Earning less of a frown from Chomper and a smile smile from Ticia who giggle a bit before speaking.

"Daddy Threehorn, why do you hate Chomper?" Tricia said as her linguisics wern't fully developed yet.

"It's not that I hate him dear it's well I don't trust Sharpteeth, I've lost to many friends to them." Mr. Threhorn said before Chomper interjected.

"Mr. Threehorn you have my word as a Sharptooth, no harm will come to your family from me." Chomper vowed. By this time it was just Cera, Mr. Threehorn, Chomper, Tria & Tricia as everyone elses folks called them in for lunch.

"Well there's the problem Chomper you're a Sharptooth!" Mr. Threehorn said once again in his normal angry tone, he was about to speak again when Tria stomped her foot on the ground.

"Topsy Threehorn! You will stop Bothering him about the fact this instant, so help me!" She said in an angry tone that even made Cera gasp. Tricia just ran be hind a tree and Chomper and Mr. Threehorn were left to pick their jaws off the ground.

"But love-"

"But nothing!" Tria retorted before Mr. Threehorn gave any excuse she was now furious at her mate's lack of tact and was growling and looked redy to charge at the aging thre horn.

"Yes love, ok Chomper I can see that you're hungry go on and get your food I don't want you around Tricia if you do that same thing you did to Cera and I know it was accident I don't think you'll leave anything." Mr Treehorn explained him self while trying to calm his lover down.

"It's ok Old man Threehorn I'll be leaving to find some food now maybe domehead I heard there was a herd in the south end of the valley." Chomper responded has he ran off in full stride preparing to hunt the Domehead herd. Domehead caused way to much trouble so the denizens of the Valley declared them pests and therefore fair game for Chomper.