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chapter 1
Make-a-Saurus
“Lucas, mail or you,” Mom called up the stairs.“One o my packages?”“Both!”“All right,” I yelled. I bolted down the stairs andskidded to a halt at the ront door.Our postie stood on the doorstep, snow melting onher shoulders, holding out two damp packages. Bothwere addressed to me, Lucas Clarke, in Calgary, Alberta.One was in a big at envelope; the other, perched on top,was about the size o a large milk carton.“Something special?” she asked.“Birthday presents,” I said, taking them rom her.“I mean, I ordered them with birthday money. Tey’reor making dinosaurs.”
 
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She grinned. “Show me when you’re done?”“Sure,” I said.She walked down the sidewalk, leaving tracks in thewet snow. It was the second Wednesday in March, twoweeks aer my tenth birthday, and I’d been dying orthese packages to come.I sat on the stairs and tugged open the envelope.It held a thin book:
 Make-a-Saurus: My Life withRaptors and Other Dinosaurs
, by Brian Cooley andMary Ann Wilson. Dinosaur models leapt o thecover—a wire model, a clay one and a nished dino-saur, complete with eathers and teeth and claws.It looked totally real.I started turning pages, getting more and moreexcited. he book showed how Brian Cooley makesdinosaur models. hen it explained how kids couldmake them too.“Good book?” Mom asked, sitting beside me on thebottom step.“Look at this, Mom. It’s awesome.” I ipped throughthe book, describing everything.She laughed. “You’ve had it or ive minutes andyou’re already an expert?” She rued my hair. We bothhave red hair—mine short and bright, hers long anddark. “What’s in the box?”
 
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I was so excited about the book I’d orgotten aboutthe other package—the dinosaur-making kit. ogether,they’d be incredible!I tore open the box and pulled out a handul o scrunched-up paper. Ten another and another. Wasthere anything inside?Finally I ound it—one small glass test tube lledwith clear liquid, topped with a cork stopper. It wassealed in a ziplock bag, along with a small piece o paper. I held up the bag. “Tis is it? Tis is supposed tobe a dinosaur-making kit?!”Mom bit her lip. “I hate to say I told you so, but…”I groaned. “I know. You said, ‘You never know whatyou’ll get when you order o the Internet.’ But the adlooked so good!” I groaned again, dropped the test tubeinto the box and stufed all the paper back on top. What awaste o twenty bucks. At least the book was great.I headed up to my room and opped onto my bedto read. I didn’t stop until I’d nished the book. It wasamazing; I couldn’t wait to get started. I grabbed a pado paper and a pencil and started listing all the thingsI’d need.Te dinosaur on the cover was a sinornithosaurus(pronounced sigh-nor-nih-tho-
sore
-us, according toBrian Cooley). It’s one o the eathered dinosaurs rom
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