It’s Velociraptor Day!
So you know what that means! Sylum Snippet!
This is Yet to Come!
“You know I’m right!” Owen turned around and glared at his father. “He’s insane if he thinks by ‘imprinting’ on every animal hatched it’s going to keep them docile.”
Muldoon took a calming breath, hoping to calm his kid down. “Only way we’re going to be able to do anything is by playing…”
“They’re Raptors, dad!” Owen snapped. “This isn’t a rhino, hippo, bull elephant, cheetah, or lion, hell this isn’t even man-eater. These are Apex Predators, that make any previous predator on this earth look like a puppy!”
“Yelling isn’t going to help.” He reached out laying a hand on his son’s arm.
Muldoon had seen Owen pissed over the years, most of the time righteously so. He was passionate about animals, and his instinct towards predators was un-canning, though he really never wanted to admit it. So he knew Owen was right, Hammond’s idea to bond with each hatched dinosaur wasn’t going to calm them down at the slightest. Even the lions Owen has raised by hand, are still wild animals and can lash out. “I need you here.”
Owen took a deep breath, closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. “We’re not paleontologists, those scientist aren’t dinosaur people. They have no idea what the fuck their doing, and now he wants to raise and coddle Raptors. He’s fucked with the DNA also, the ones he’s hatching aren’t chicken size.”
Muldoon’s head tilted slightly in confusion. “I saw the schematics…”
“I’ve done some research. Any fossils of raptors that have been found are about the size of Tiny Terror, maybe slightly bigger. Now imagine him with sharper claws, teeth, and without his fun loving personality.”
“Let’s not.”
Owen chuckled at his dad’s horrified expression. “But now take that and make it my size. Cooing at it when it’s hatched is not going to make it docile. People will die.” He paused, looked square at his dad. “I’m good with predators. You know this. But I know little about these creatures, and anything out there is speculation from fossil records. Instincts are telling me, if he puts them into that small pen, it’s not going to end well. And Hammond’s ego is to large to hear the truth from, what did he call me?”
“No name zoo keeper who thinks he’s Dr. Doolittle.”
“I’m sorry dad, but you and I both know he’ll shove me off this island, like he has anyone else who’s contradicted him. I’m going to need you to hold strong, and dad if any of these creatures get out, especially those raptors. Shoot them.”
talk about being prescient…
Oh now this sounds interesting! Looking forward to more!
Ah, but Blue adores him. Maybe she’s sizing him up as a snack..
—-Naj ❤❤
I forgot to say: when we had our Oriental Shorthair cattery, we named one of our kittens Veliciraptor. She looked just like one when she’d get mad at one of her siters and pull her ears back. The only one to take her on and actually win a scuffle was our runt of the litter, Rosie. One time we gave the kittens half a chicken nugget each. ‘Raptor goobled hers down and decided she wanted Rosie’s as well, so she sauntered over to her to swipe the nugget. Rosie hunkered down, growled and hissed at ‘Raptor who made a grab at the nugget. Rosie proceeded to knock ‘Raptor across the room, grabbed the nugget and ran into the cat tunnel to eat it. She growled at any kitten who tried to get the nugget from her, the growls echoing across the living room. Meanwhile, ‘Raptor was sitting on the floor with a “what just happened” look on her face. Merry, Mandy and I were rocking on the floor laughing until tears were rolling down our faces.
No one tried to take food from Rosie again!
It was priceless!
—-Naj ❤❤