"Whose turn is it to have the first tree star?" asked Littlefoot as he and his friends examined a small tree, said tree stars hanging from long limbs that nearly touched the ground.
"Mine...and no objections," barked Cera, remembering what happened the last time they had fought over it. She marched over to the tree and started to sniff some of the leaves.
"Wait a minute, Cera, I think Ruby should get it. She hasn't gotten a turn yet," he said, nodding to the pink fast runner, who giggled and moved over to the tree, getting a scowl from Cera.
"Aww, but I'm hungry," complained Cera, yet her fondness of Ruby kept her from just going after the first tree star anyway.
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