"Me coming, ready or not!" Petrie uncovered his eyes and turned around. The area seemed clear - but he knew they were somewhere close. He grinned and started making his way around the group of trees and bushes next to him, deciding they were too obvious.
As he moved, he started humming to himself. He was Petrie, master sharptooth-hunter, searching for the bad guys to save the day! He stooped down to pick up a limp twig - no, a deadly anti-sharptooth spear - as he scampered along, twirling it between his fingers.
All the bad guys would fear him, and his brothers and sisters would be so jealous... Distracted by his daydreaming, Petrie didn't notice a shape sticking out from the rock he was approaching. Petrie would be famous all over the Great Valley! he thought smugly, as he walked around the rock... and straight into a set of large, sharp teeth.
"EEE!" He screamed as he stumbled back, dropping his deadly anti-sharptooth spear at his side in his shock. Petrie prepared to fly for his life... when he looked up and saw the teeth belonged to Chomper. "Oh, Chomper!" he gasped, trying to look as cool as he could, "Me knew it was you... You the chaser now!"