Owen Grady hadn't known his father until just a month ago, when his mother tragically died in a train crash, and he was sent to live with his father, Alan Grant, who had no idea he even had a son.
Since he got there, the relationship between him and his father was awkward to say the least, but atleast Alan tried to be a good father to his newly discovered son. But there was one thing about his dad that was cool; he was a paleontologist.
He always loved dinosaurs, specifically predators, like T-rex, and Raptors. To find out his dad loved dinosaurs as much as he had was a pleasent surprise, and allowed them to bond a little.
"And look at the half moon shaped bones on the wrist. No wonder these guys learned how to fly." Alan mused, pointing to a a radar image of a velociraptor skeleton. This earned a laugh from the group. "No seriously, now maybe dinosaurs have more in common with birds then they do with reptiles. Look at the pubic bone, turns backward just like a bird. Look at the vertebrae, full of air sacs and hollow just like a bird, and even the word raptor means, bird of prey."
"That doesn't look very scary!" A kid dismissed the dinosaur. "More like a six foot turkey."
Uh oh. Owen thought.
"Turkey. Now, just imagine yourself in the cretaceous period. You get your first look at this six foot turkey as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think his sight is based on movement like T-rex; he'll lose you if you don't move. No, not Velociraptor!"
"You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that's when the attack comes, not from the front, but from the side." Alan brought his two hands together in demonstration. "From the other two raptors, you didn't even know were there."
"Because Velociraptors are pack hunters, they use coordinated attack patterns, and he's now enforced the day." Alan pulled out a wicked claw from his pocket. "And he slashes at you with this; a six inch retractable claw like a razor, on the middle toe. He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, see, he slashes you...here! Or here!"
"Oh Alan." Ellie groaned.
"Or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. See, you're alive when they start to eat you. So you might want to show a little respect."
"Okay." The kid said a bit nervously.
Alan smiled triumphantly and began to walk away. "Hey Alan, if you wanted to scare the kid you could have pulled a gun on him." Ellie commented. "Kids... You really want to have one of those?" Alan asked.
"I don't want that kid, but a breed of a child Doctor Grant could be intriguing." Ellie stated. "Honey what's so wrong with kids?"
"They're messy and expensive." Alan replied. "They smell."
"We do not!" Owen replied. "Some of them smell! Babies smell!" Alan retorted. Owen rolled his eyes, when Ellie turned to him. "It's okay, honey, he'll come around, don't worry." She consoled, trying to make Alan's son feel a little better.
Their thoughts were interrupted when a helicopter landed at the digsite.