Buck was nervous. So everyone would probably be it who would only observe his lifestyle. He didn't feel that way because he was afraid that he might hurt himself again. These thoughts didn't exist for a long time, because with this job such things as bruises or broken bones weren't uncommon. What should you think about, if you already see the word stuntman. A job that immediately promised suspense because you didn't know what was required of you next.

"So boy, you can learn something here." He told the youngster, who often got worked up on his mailbox, who knows what the kids have for hobbies today.

"I'll be happy to help you, but if it turns into a weird number like last time, I'll be out. You almost lost your eye."

"Which would have been bad, otherwise it wouldn't be able to stare at my eyepatch."

"You know exactly, I meant the other side. But please, if the Lord wants to be blind. At your funeral, I'll tell all, it was your last will." The weasel grinned, because the guy somehow suited him, behaving just like him when he was young and handsome. Today he was already seeing that, he was no longer young, but his looks still resembled those of a model, and he could have taken that career. But that was too boring for him and in his resumed job, he also got company here and there.

Nevertheless, a sigh escaped him when he recalled the reason why he took a break from life and hid himself in his cellar. Life offers some surprises and some of them, you don't want to receive. Nevertheless, there was no way to undo the time and..

"Buck?" The voice, which sounded a little worried, brought him back to reality. He quickly turned to the Dino with an energetic face.

"OK. We really shouldn't lose any more time. Here is the walkie-talkie. I'll test it." He switched on both devices, of course, before he gave one of them to his assistant.

"Up-flyer to Down-layer, please report! Over!"

"My name is surely not Down-layer!" The other complained and didn't even say that in the intercommunication system.

"If you can't think of anything better, we'll stay with Roger."

"Roger, Roger."

"Why do you say my name two times..Ha ha, very funny, because of the slang that you use with these things." But he stopped the jokes to be back very quickly and turned to the work material, that he still has to show and explain to his student. Although the Dakotaraptor was supposed to be more concerned with his own, Buck was grateful that he could take care of the boy. It made his heart feel lively again, to know another real being in his care. It also hurt to see how Roger was treated by his family. Of course, the Dino never mentioned that himself, but once he followed him home. After all, he didn't know beforehand whether he was dealing with an enemy or mortal enemy. The result showed no danger.

At least not for him, the Weasel thought as he noticed that the reptile tripped over his stuff.

"You have to master the chaos, otherwise it dominates you." While doing so, he walked over to the other, because with some objects that he owned, you could be badly injured.

"It's your mess. Why do I have to master that?" Roger brushed the dirt off, but a claw of him suddenly was pulled away.

"Show the uncle your boo-boo."

"What? No!" With that, the dinosaur pulled his arm back.

"That was there before. Because of your garbage here, it's only bleeding again." Again thought the smaller one here, of the way of life from the Raptors.

"Don't look at me so crazy! Someone might think you're worried or something." The boy turned away and started to run to the door. Buck said nothing, but made a mental note, to perhaps later to look at the injuries of the younger one. After all, it wasn't all that safe and today should be the first day of flying work for Roger. Of course, this wasn't only allowed to fly, because that would be boring for the audience. In theory, his student also learned diligently and read each book that he got to grasp. This Internet really had to be a huge encyclopedia, because he heard that every teenager now owns books of it. Although he seldom saw the other one walking around with a book, but only with these new types of cell phones. But each generation had its own stuff. In his youth, slingshots were found in every kidsroom and at school they told proudly what they had hit with. He didn't believe that such a small device, in which one constantly enters letters and numbers, can be thrown against a window in four meters high, without it taking harm. But that shouldn't be his problem.

"So here you are again!" A third voice suddenly roared across the square.

"So your sister was right. I explicitly forbade you to do that. You should..."

"But Dad, I did all the housework."

"No buts! I forbidden it and.."

"Normally, the girl is always allowed to go to the ball when she picks up the lentils." Gavin hit a claw in the face. That's why he didn't want to see his son with that fur ball together, because that was just talking nonsense. At first he thought, his boy wanted to eat the annoying thing, which he didn't think was healthy, but he was also once in a strange eating phase at a young age.

"As mentioned before, nobody cares about your opinion. We're leaving this place now Roger! As punishment for your disobedience, you will still do the duties of your sister."

"But he wanted to show me today how to fly through exploding rings of fire before.."

"Forget it and slowly you should learn to kill lower creatures like him, not spend time with them." But the full-grown Dakotaraptor didn't want to hear anything and forced his son to fly home. Today he was too tired to take care of the weasel. Tomorrow his work would come again. He would like to ask Gertie for this here, but the poor child already had enough to do. Besides, he doesn't want his daughter catching anything from the furthing. Roger seems to be immune to any pathogens. That was the only explanation for him, why this was still perfectly healthy, although this was near this crazy guy.

"Dad, he just wanted to help me find an internship." Again the youngest Raptor tried to apologize for disobeying. But the Weasel was the only one who liked spending time with him, without him hearing complaints about his mistakes. But his father would never understand what it means to fail in a cause, because this was the best in everything. When he was a kid, he also wanted to own a showcase with many trophies. His mother always said that his time would come when Gertie got the first prizes. Sometimes it's not so easy in life to find things in which one is good. But not only does he want to do something good, he wants to be the best in a cause. So that he once got an award and his father could be so proud of him. Of course he also thought of his mother by his actions. Although she is no longer here, he hopes his choices will make her happy too. After all, it was always the only thing that she demanded of him. He should do things that make him happy in life. To make his father proud once in a while would already help him to bring him near his happiness.

"You can save the excuses! Go to your room, I don't want to see you anymore today!" Although Roger still tried to counter something, but he knew it was useless to continue discussing with the other Dakotaraptor. He would only get more work. He already knew that tomorrow he will half suffocate in it. If his sister had not said anything, he would be closer to the medal or the cup. He didn't know what you got when you outbid a record. But Buck promised to help him if he could fly well. And that controlled his race. Well, he wasn't perfect, which is why he didn't always get the best grades at school. But the weasel said he could do it with training.

In addition, he would in exchange help the other to resume his career as a stuntman. So Buck didn't have to teach him for nothing. The work there was sometimes more complicated than his other job, but at least he got a thank-you here and there. Or he was praised, which he only knew from his mother.

Oh yes, Roger already saw it clearly. The audience raged with enthusiasm as he landed cool on the floor in sunglasses with the motocross machine. Everything exploded behind him, but it left him cold. Serene, he knocked a bit of dust from his suit as some ladies stormed him to get an autograph. Charmingly smiling, he pulled off his jacket, which he wore over the suit, with his logo on his back, to scribble his name on it. Then he threw the garment into the screeching crowd. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned questioningly. There stood his father, with fan articles of him in his claw, and he bore tears of joy in his eyes.

"Son, let me embrace you. Today you have made me so proud, like no father in the world..."

"Roger?! Gertie says you weren't shopping. How should we eat supper now?" With that, the young Dino was quickly brought back to reality. On the other claw, he could take the chance, because he knew he had to go now to get food. But when he arrived at the weasels place, a strange feeling came over him.

"It doesn't work anymore." Although he often heard that Buck spoke to himself. That must have caused the work. Surely a fall too much on the head and you think, there is still someone to entertain. It will not happen to him, he always wears a helmet. His employer had expressly ordered it himself.

"What if he doesn't make it? How should I endure that? I would be too.." The Dakotaraptor couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even Buck, who never lost a bad word about him, now doubted his ability. First he wanted to ask if the other really spoke of him, but this looked at the plans for his stunt. So how could the soliloquy not be about him? The new beginning career was so important to the guy. Of course. He had read the articles on the net, which report from the past. From a time when Buck and his brother were the best in the profession. They were at the top and were more than well paid and celebrated. Although Roger still couldn't find out where the weasel's brother had left off. But this certainly walked away because he was treated badly. Another explanation didn't come to his mind.

"I couldn't bear it again if.."

"What? To lose again? I see. I was good enough when you needed help in the beginning to get it working again. But now comes constantly money through the orders, so you don't need such a stupid intern anymore." It hurt. He was used to such dealings with his family. But for a change, he finally thought he had found someone who saw more in him than just a silly guy.

"Roger, what are you talking about?"

"Admit it, you don't want me to do my own stunt! Maybe because the audience then realizes that I am much better than you! You're getting too old for that, and that's why you're not really important anymore." Was that too much? He shivered a little and found that he sounded like his father. The Raptor shook his head and looked down. Had he just destroyed an incipient friendship because he misunderstood and was angry about his family?

"I'm sorry." And then he ran out and tried to fly away, but strong wind came on that he would probably continue to use his legs.

Meanwhile, Buck had difficulty following the young Dino. Otherwise he always encouraged this to maybe get a little faster. But now the boy ran too fast for a weasel. With that speed you could do some really good stunts, but Roger always hesitated before and he knew why. This didn't dare because he was mocked for years by his own family.

"Well, just stop once, the uncle isn't angry or whatever you think." Called Buck out again, but it didn't help. Then he caught something with his single sharp eye. A piece of the walkie-talkie looked out of the fugitive's pants. Fortunately, the thing wasn't dropped earlier. Double luck, because his was also in his vest pocket. A moment later he realized that Roger either didn't hear him because of the wind or the device wasn't turned on.

"There's a road!" He shouted as loud as he could.

"Take the crosswalk, as befits a example for kids and..." But he got completely speechless, as a truck that probably lost control because of the weather, now rolled across the square before it tipped over to the side.

"Roger?" He called to the boy as silence suddenly came of for a moment as the wind turned. The road was wide enough and at the speed of the Dakotaraptor, this had to be on the other side. Nevertheless, he got no answer and because of the overturned vehicle, he couldn't see far. As if in a trance, he didn't hear the cries for help from other animals around him, but moved closer and closer to the place where he suspected the boy. And he was really lying there. Motionless and covered in blood. Images from his past came up automatically.

"No!" He wanted to scream, but it was more a rasping sound from his throat.

So here is the first part. I hope I did it ok but it's hard somehow to write about Buck and Roger (and I like these characters