glance at Annabel, who nods. âWhat exactly is the skeleton that you found there?â she asks.
âExactly?â Dr. Bob says. âThatâs a tough one to answer. At first we thought it was a large ornithomimid dinosaur, because the hands were grasping and very lightly built. We even hoped for some feather impressions, but that doesnât seem to be the case. Itâs more complex than we thought. It might even be a completely new species, though we mustnât count our chickens before theyâre hatched, eh?â
Dr. Bob and Annabel laugh out loud. I nod, not really getting the joke.
âCounting chickens?â Annabel says.
I shrug.
âThe dinosaurs were birds.â
âOh, right,â I say.
âNot strictly speaking,â Dr. Bob says, âbut very closely related. Anyway, would you like a tour of our setup here?â
âYes,â Annabel and I say at the same time.
âExcellent. Follow me.â Dr. Bob leads us over to a door marked Staff Only and ushers us through. I glance back and say a silent goodbye to the smiling T. rex .
Chapter Two
The back rooms of the Tyrrell are a different world from the areas the public sees. There are no perfectly mounted skeletons posed in front of paintings of ancient landscapes, or computer terminals where you can build your own dinosaur. There are offices, rooms cluttered with camping equipment, drills and hammers, and a large warehouse filled with steel shelving crammed with wooden boxes and white, oddly shaped packages.
âThis is an exciting time in dinosaur study,â Dr. Bob explains, waving his arms around with enthusiasm. âAmazing discoveries are made every day all around the worldâChina, Argentina, Africa and even here in Alberta. Weâre digging fossil bones out of the rock faster than we can study them. We need all this shelving to store everything until we can get around to examining it. Sometimes, thatâs years.â
âBut they donât look like bones,â I say, hoping I donât sound too stupid. âTheyâre mostly large white lumps.â
âGreat observation!â Dr. Bob exclaims. He slaps a pillow-shaped lump covered in black writing. âThe bones are often fragile, and we find them in awkward placesâhillsides, cliffs, quarries. And with the short summer work season, the priority is getting specimens dug out and protected. We dig out the bone and the surrounding rock and wrap it in burlap sacking and plaster of Paris. Itâs like the cast a doctor would put on if you broke your leg. A doctor would treat you the same way we treat dinosaur bones. Weâre dinosaur doctors.â Dr. Bob laughs at his own joke.
I force a smile and ask, âSo whatâs in this one?â
He leans forward and peers at the writing. âAh, this is a thigh bone from one of the horned dinosaurs, maybe even Triceratops .â He chuckles. â Dr. Bob rocks, like Triceratops ,â he reads. âSometimes our students like to write on the cast. Not the best poetry, but if it doesnât interfere with the scientific information, I donât mind.â
âWhereâs the rest of it?â Annabel asks.
âAnd there you have hit the nail on the head,â Dr. Bob says. Our confusion must show on our faces, because he continues, âMost people think dinosaur skeletons come out of the ground complete. Not so, and Iâm afraid itâs our fault.â He falls silent as if he regrets a horrible mistake heâs made.
âHow is it your fault?â I ask.
âYou think all our skeletons out thereââhe waves his arm in the direction of the display hallsââare complete?â
Iâm not sure if he expects a reply. He goes on before I can decide. âTheyâre not. Theyâre composites, casts of bones from several different individuals. And where we donât have a bone, we make it up.â
Dr. Bob smiles at the
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