Littlefoot Drowns In Sinking Sand | The Land Before Time

The sinking sand. How are we going to get across? I cannot swim in this. Oh, no. No, no, no. Petrie, fly across. Petrie, we don't have wings. No, no, no. We cannot fly. Poor Petrie. My dad just jumps from rock to rock. Yeah, but your dad's got longer legs than us. Big deal. I could do it, too. Watch. See? Whoa. Oh, Sarah. Hang on. Wait for Petrie. Little... That it, Littlefoot. Pull. Pull. That it, Spike. You help. Wait. I... Sarah? Petrie. Spike. Littlefoot. Don't give up. We can make it. Littlefoot. Made it. Uh-oh. Now is the time for all good little eggs to be safely tucked into their nests. I wouldn't mind being tucked in. I'm eggs-austed. Would you stop complaining? But, Ozzie, I'm tired and I'm hungry. Couldn't I have just a itty-bitty little green bedtime snack? No. Can't you see I'm trying to wean you away from that stuff? From now on, you've got to think, feel and breathe only one food group. Eggs. When I wake up, first thing I do... Eggs. ...is to look around for something to chew. Exactly. Feeding myself is very, very tricky because, you see, I'm ridiculously picky. Eggs. Excuse me, Ozzie, I... This struthiomimus won't settle for the dregs. I'll borrow, I'll beg, I'd even kiss you... Kiss me. ...my dear beloved dose... ...of eggs. Hey, Ozzie, I'm so hungry I can't wait another minute. Here's a juicy little leaf with a beautiful stick in it. Can't I have a taste? If I promise just to lick it. Struth! What? You imbecilic eater. Great green globs couldn't possibly be sweeter than a pile of eggs. You've got to smell them, feel them, crack them open... ...for a great big nestful, I am hoping. Oh, look, I'm starving. I'm weak. There is nothing in my tummy while the mould on that tree... ...is starting to look yummy. The colours and shapes and assorted sizes gobble them all for appetizers. Eggs to see. Ozzie, what's the matter with the little vegetation? I've had it up to here with this aggravation. Can't I just have this piece of a tree? Why can't you be more like me? You leaf-loving... Hey! ...bush-burping, stem-smelling... Now, wait a minute. ...garden-gorging, plant-popping, tree-tasting, dirt-devouring beast. Ozzie! You've got to have eggs. Thrice a day at least. Tonight, we feast.