"Alright, everybody ready?" They were just about to start up Thumper, the new computer program they were using. "No," said Grant. "But go ahead." Two paleontologists stood on top of Thumper and set it off. There was a loud boom, and a cloud of dust rose from where Thumper stood.

"Sweet sugar cookies!" Kait yelled, due to the fact the wind was blowing the dust into her face. She started to let out a wonderful strain of swear words, when her aunt yelled, "Kaitlin Dahlia Basler!!! You want to think before saying what you were about to?" "Thinking is a little hard for Kait," Mat said, getting him a dirty look from Kait. Everyone laughed.

"Alright, that's enough," said Joe, the guy at the computer. "Let's see if we can actually get a picture." Joe played around with the computer for a few minutes. During this time Kait and Mat joined Grant and Ellie by the computer. Kait was still spitting out dirt. "You okay?" asked Ellie. "Yeah," said Kait. "I just feel like a dust bunny." "You look like one to," said Mat. "This'll make a get picture." Mat was an artist.

"Alright, we got something," said Joe. Everyone stared at the screen. A blurry picture appeared, becoming clearer the more Joe pressed the buttons. Soon a clear picture of a raptor appeared on the screen. "Look at that," Joe exclaimed. "A few more years technology and we won't even have to dig anymore." "Where's the fun in that?" Grant asked. "I don't know," said Kait. "It would be nice to see dinosaur bones without getting bit by a snake." "Kait, you would get bit by a snake anyhow," Grant retorted. Kait had no comeback.

Grant leaned forward and pointed at the screen. "Look at that bone structure," he said. As he pointed this out, he touched the computer. The screen suddenly blurred. "Dr. Grant touched it," Ellie said, laughing. "Why are we not surprised?" asked Mat. Once the screen was fixed, Grant continued to examine the picture. "Just imagine how these guys learned to fly." The group of people chuckled slightly. Grant looked at them. "What?" he said. "So maybe raptors do resemble modern day birds more than lizards. Look at the pelvic bone. Backwards, like a bird. Vertebrae are hollow, just like a bird's. And the word raptor even means, 'Bird of prey." Grant had a point.

" That thing doesn't look very scary," came a voice from the back of the group. Grant made his way to the speaker: a boy, maybe about 11. He was kind of pudgy, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and a ball cap. "Excuse me?" said Grant. The kid said, "That doesn't look very scary. More like a 6-foot turkey." This got another laugh from the crowd.

"Really," said Grant. He began to circle the boy. "Just imagine being out in the jungle while these things were alive. You may be walking in a field when you see him. And you stand absolutely still, because you think his vision is based off of movement, like a t-rex, but no. You stare at him, and he stares right back at you. And that's when the attack comes, not from the front, but from the side,' Grant brought his 2 index fingers together, making a whooshing noise, ' by 2 raptors you didn't even know where there." Grant brought out his fossilized raptor claw. "And they're not gonna go for your jugular like a lion. No, they're gonna get you here, or here,' Grant slashed the boy around his middle with the claw, 'or maybe right in your belly, spilling out your intestines. The point is, you are alive while they're eating you. So have some respect."

The boy, whose eyes where wide now, nodded. "Okay," he said. As Grant walked away, he heard Kait ask the boy, "Hey, aren't you the kid we gave a swirly to last year?" Ellie joined Grant, walking with him. "You want to have one of those?" he asked. "Well, not that kid, but yeah," Ellie replied. "I don't like kids," Grant said. "You like the twins," retorted Ellie. Grant just grunted. Ellie continued. "Besides, what's wrong with kids?" Grant said, "They're messy, expensive, and they smell!" "They do not!" exclaimed Ellie. "Some kids smell! Baby's smell!" Grant said.

Ellie was about to answer, but she was interrupted by a loud whirring noise. The two turned. A helicopter was landing near the dig site. "Not good," muttered Grant. The wind would cause the partially dug up skeleton to erode. Ellie and Grant ran towards the helicopter. "Cover up the skeleton!" they were yelling to the others. The diggers grabbed tarps, trash bags, anything they could to cover up the fossil. One man took off his shirt. Grant went up to the front of the helicopter. He was waving his hands wildly, but the pilot just signaled toward the trailer behind Grant.

Grant ran into the trailer. An elderly man dressed in white was getting into Grant's refrigerator. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Grant yelled. The man turner around, popping the cork off of a bottle of Champaign. "Hey, we were saving that!" Grant yelled. "For today, I guarantee it," the man replied with a Scottish accent. Grant went up to him, menacingly. "Look, I don't know who you think you are-" he started but the man interrupted him. "John Hammond," he said, shaking the finger Grant had been pointing at him.

"John… John Hammond?" Grant stuttered. This was the man who had been funding them for the last four years. The door swung open. "Okay, who's the jerk?" Ellie demanded upon entering. "Um… Ellie, this is John Hammond," Grant said. Ellie, realizing who it was shook Hammond's hand. Grant said, "This is paleobotonist Ellie Sattler." "Charmed," Hammond said. "Now, what is this about?" Grant asked. Hammond started pouring glasses of the Champaign.

"I own an island,' he said, 'just off the coast of Coasta Rica. There, I've set up sort of a biological preserve. The exhibits there would make my one in Kenya look like a petting zoo. They're guaranteed to astound and delight children." "What are those?" Grant asked. He meant the exhibits, but Ellie said, "Small versions of adults sweetie." Hammond said, "I want you to come and see them." "What are they?" Grant asked. Hammond smiled slightly. "Let's just say they're right up your ally," he said. " So how about this weekend?"