Littlefoot and his friends are cornered, backed into a cliff face by a Sharptooth that has yet to properly show itself.

While the other kids quiver in fear, Littlefoot suddenly feels the urge to confront the creature, more than willing to sacrifice himself to protect his friends. He stops shaking, and adjusts himself for what he is about to do. After a deep breath, he goes over into the bushes to handle the (hopefully rather small) sharptooth.

Littlefoot ran toward the shadow of the Sharptooth. Maybe he could sneak under its legs and then lure it away from the others.

He sees a shadow up ahead. it appears to be a big Sharptooth. He feels nervous. "Ok Littlefoot, you've got to be brave." he says, trying to reassure himself. After about half a minute of mustering the courage needed for getting started on the task at hand, Littlefoot rushes forward, ready to lead the Sharptooth away from his friends. He moves closer. Rushing at the Sharptooth. He can see a hungry look in the Sharptooth's eyes. The Sharptooth, upon closer inspection, appears to be just a kid. Still,he rushes the Sharptooth, knocking him over. The Sharptooth claws at him. "Get off me!" he snaps.

Littlefoot gasps "You can talk!" He backs away from the Sharptooth. The Sharptooth gets up to move at him. However, rather than attack him, the Sharptooth stares at him. The Sharptooth looks familar but Littlefoot cannot figure out who he is.

"Littlefoot?" the Sharptooth says in shock.

Littlefoot recognizes the Sharptooth. "Chomper?" he says in shock. The two stare at each other. "You tried to kill us!"