The sun rose high into the morning sky over the valley. The valley, known as the Great Valley, was a luscious place filled with green food, grassy plains, and running water. The great rock walls protected the valley dwellers from most carnivorous attacks. It was paradise, but today was different for a particular dinosaur. A young, brown-grayish Apatosaurus only made it to his teen years to see that his grandparents were dead. He saw the two family members lying on the grassy fields, behind the trees; the spot they rested yesterday night. The two grey-blue longnecks that had taken care of him for these past years after his mother's death had faded away before him. The night had taken them away. The moonlight had led their souls to the new land where his mother resided. A tear escaped from Littlefoot's right, red-brownish eye.

"Grandpa," he whispered. "Grandma. Say hi to Mother for me."

The fourteen meter-long Apatosaurus walked lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against his grandma. He lifted his head up and smiled down at the two corpses. They had taught him so much and protected them throughout the years. Littlefoot chuckled at old memories where he and his friends, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike, were scolded at by the adults for doing something reckless or just plain stupid. Most of the time, it was either his curiosity or concern about others that got him and his friends in trouble when they were younger.

Now, that he and his gang of friends were older, they wouldn't get into trouble so much. It was probably because of their maturity, compared to when they were babies. They all knew the dangers, but the main reason why they didn't go out was because they had seen everything…twice. They had become bored of the surrounding sites of the Mysterious Beyond, and they did not dare adventure any further out.

Littlefoot looked over at his role model. He idolized his grandfather much more than his father. He was like…a father to him. His real father, Bron, had never been there like his grandfather. Grandpa Longneck, along with Grandma Longneck, had nursed and disciplined him to the teenager he now was. It was not that Littlefoot didn't like his father, but it was just his father had been recently introduced in his life and was busy leading his herd. Sure, he would stop from time to time, but he wasn't always there like Littlefoot's grandparents. Recently, his visits had halted. Littlefoot had almost convinced himself that he was still alive, but it changed this morning.

Seeing his grandparents dead before him made him worry about his father. What if the sudden stop of visits were something much more than what he thought? What if, like his grandparents, his father left this world? If that was the case, he was truly the last of his herd; the last hope of the future. This thought made him reflect on his childhood crush, Ali, a pink-purplish Apatosaurus with blue eyes. If he was the last one, he had to find a mate, and she was the only one he ever liked. The only problem was that she was out in the Mysterious Beyond, either alive or dead. Littlefoot quickly shrugged off the idea of Ali being dead, including images of her. Right now, he was staring death at the face.

"Littlefoot."

Littlefoot turned around and looked into the sky to see one of his first friends. Petrie, a teenaged brown Pteranodon with black eyes, flew down on his head. After a year of speech therapy with Mr. Thicknose, a Pachyrhinosaurus elder, Petrie finally got his speech right. Though it was less annoying than Ducky's triple word rant, broken English and a small vocabulary proved to be hard to understand when it came to describing something. Littlefoot thought it was okay, but by the age of five, if 'I' is replaced with 'me' and there was verb confusion in your speech when you were taught English as your first language, something was wrong. Petrie landed on top of Littlefoot's head and looked over at Grandpa and Grandma Longneck.

"Oh, Littlefoot, are your grandparents still sleeping? The bright circle is high in the sky."

"Petrie," came Littlefoot's quiet voice.

Petrie looked down and noticed a couple of water drops splashed onto the floor. Petrie looked at Littlefoot's grandparents again and put one and one together. He dropped his head and closed his eyes. He opened them slowly.

"Littlefoot, do you want me to get the others?"

"My grandparents deserve a proper ceremony. They served gratefully the valley. We need to move the bodies into a shallow cave so that the kids don't see their decaying corpses in the open, reminding them what awaits them."

"I agree. Death is an unpleasant sight for little ones, but how are we going to move them? They're huge and heavy. No offense."

"I'll think of a way, but if we have to push them, then that's what we're doing. Go tell the others."

"Okay."

Petrie raised his bat-like wings and looked back at the bodies.

"And Littlefoot? I'm sorry for your loss."

"Petrie, there is no reason to apologize. The Circle of Life not only gives, but it takes when time comes. Now, go."

Petrie nodded slowly and flew off. Littlefoot stared at the bodies of his grandparents and bowed his neck in respect. He slightly smiled, remembering all they had done for him.

"Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma."