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Meeting Littlefoot got me thinking. Most of the time I’ve spent in this game reserve, I’ve been paranoid of each and every living thing. Carnivores have their obvious dangers, but even the herbivores were dangerous due to their bulking size and small brains.
Yet, all these animals were doing was live and act the way they are supposed to. Could I hate the Pteranodons—Scrooge McDuck and Mummy—for trying to protect their nest? Could I blame Big Daddy the Triceratops for chasing us away from his baby? Even the Carnotaurus Devil was protecting his territory, and it was proven when Pack Leader followed us to the hang gliders. The Deinonychus wouldn’t have entered the Devil’s territory if we hadn’t opened the gates to Hell ourselves.
Littlefoot, perhaps he wasn’t even aware that we were on
