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Rooter: Oh, it’s not your fault. It’s not your mother’s fault. You pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody’s fault. The great circle of life has begun, but, you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.
Littlefoot: What’ll I do? I miss her so much.
Rooter: Then you’ll always miss her. But she’ll always be with you, as long as you remember the things she taught you. In a way, you’ll never be apart, for you are still part of each other.
Littlefoot: My tummy hurts.
Rooter: Well, that, too, will go in time, little fella. Only in time.
In your base, gettin’ your crys.
Source: the-bravefart
