❝ 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛, ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 hammond asks the smartest person he knows-gwendolyn price-to endorse his park, leading her to experience the most traumatic thing in...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I LAID BACK on the raft. i listened to the water, relished in the breeze, and admired how fast we were moving. it would only be a little bit until we were back, able to warn the boat and also finally be safe.
"remember back at the triceratops, last night?" tim asked alan. i kept my eyes closed as i listened in, wondering what he was going to talk about.
"yes."
"how come you asked them about frog dna?" tim wondered.
"because of the breeding," alan answered. "they can't explain why the dinosaurs are breeding, since they irradiate them, and since they're all females."
"right."
"well, irradiation is notoriously unreliable and probably doesn't work. i think that'll eventually be shown here. but there is still the problem of the dinosaurs' being female. how can they breed when they're all female?"
"right," tim agreed.
"well, across the animal kingdom, sexual reproduction exists in extraordinary variety."
"tim's very interested in sex," lex said cheekily.
the two ignored her, but i heard her and brina giggling to each other. i couldn't help the smile that crossed my face.
"for example," alan continued. "many animals have sexual reproduction without ever having what we would call sex. the male releases a spermatophore, which contains the sperm, and the female picks it up at a later time. this kind of exchange does not require quite as much physical differentiation between male and female as we usually think exists. male and female are more alike in some animals than they are in human beings."
"but what about the frogs?" tim asked.
there was sudden shrieks from the trees above and i bolted upright, eyes wide. the microceratopsians that had been in the trees scattered in alarm. seconds later, the giant head of the tyrannosaur lunged through the foliage from the left, snapping at our raft.
i flinched, lex howled in terror, and alan paddled us to the other bank of the river, but it was only 10 feet wide here. the red guy caught in the growth. it tried to break its head free, but ultimately couldn't, pulling back.
it moved further down the river, continuously trying different spots to break through the trees, failing every time.
"i hate him," lex stated.
i pulled my knees up and placed my head between them, taking deep breaths. my arms formed a dome around my head, otherwise my hands would be shaking.
"hey," brina said, "listen!"
there was a snarling, interspersed by a repeating hooting cry. the cries were coming from behind a curve, further downriver. as i listened, i heard the hooting again.
