Chapter 8 = The Wild Boy
Dr. Alan Grant stood at the top of a tree. Below him, angry Raptors waited. They couldn’t climb up, but they didn’t go away.
Alan was afraid, but he was interested in their sounds. They “said” the same thing again and again. What does that mean? He thought. What are you saying?
The Raptors made the same sounds again. Then one jumped up and almost caught his foot.
Alan looked up. He wanted to climb higher but the tree was too thin there. Then he heard a new sound. The top of the tree started to break. He looked down at the Raptors. He was very afraid now.
**The Raptors made the same sounds again
Crick-crack. Snap. Hissssssss.
A small can suddenly fell to the bottom of the tree. Thick smoke came out of it. Four more cans fell near the Raptors and there was more smoke.
The smoke hurt the Raptors’ eyes. They screamed and ran away. Somebody moved through the smoke.
“Quickly! They’ll be back!” the person called.
Alan climbed down the tree. A small, dirty hand took his arm. He ran through the smoke. His eyes hurt badly.
Some time later, he started to see again. He couldn’t hear the Raptors. He looked at the face of the other person.
It was a boy. His face and clothes were very dirty but his eyes were intelligent. Alan remembered them from Paul’s photo.
Eric Kirby’s eyes.
But they looked different now. They were wild. They were the eyes of a wild animal.
Alan and Eric came to a small building. The door and windows were very strong. Eric Opened the door and closed it behind them. Then he closed the windows and turned on a light.
“Eric,” Alan said to him, “your parents are here”
“On the island?” he asked. He wanted to see his parents again—but not here.
“Yes.”
“They’ll die. The dinosaurs will kill them.” Eric looked at the man again. He remembered that face. “You’re Alan Grant!” he said. “I read your books”
“And which book did you like best?”
“The first,” Eric said. “Before you were on the island. You like dinosaurs then.”
“That was before they tried to eat me.” Alan said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Your parents invited me. They wanted help.”
Alan looked around the small room. There was some food, but not much. “Any guns or radios?” he asked.
Eric shook his head. He opened some candy and started to eat. Then he looked at Alan. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I forgot. Here.”
Alan ate the candy quickly. He was very hungry.
Chapter 8 = The Wild Boy
Dr. Alan Grant stood at the top of a tree. Below him, angry Raptors waited. They couldn’t climb up, but they didn’t go away.
Alan was afraid, but he was interested in their sounds. They “said” the same thing again and again. What does that mean? He thought. What are you saying?
The Raptors made the same sounds again. Then one jumped up and almost caught his foot.
Alan looked up. He wanted to climb higher but the tree was too thin there. Then he heard a new sound. The top of the tree started to break. He looked down at the Raptors. He was very afraid now.
**The Raptors made the same sounds again
Crick-crack. Snap. Hissssssss.
A small can suddenly fell to the bottom of the tree. Thick smoke came out of it. Four more cans fell near the Raptors and there was more smoke.
The smoke hurt the Raptors’ eyes. They screamed and ran away. Somebody moved through the smoke.
“Quickly! They’ll be back!” the person called.
Alan climbed down the tree. A small, dirty hand took his arm. He ran through the smoke. His eyes hurt badly.
Some time later, he started to see again. He couldn’t hear the Raptors. He looked at the face of the other person.
It was a boy. His face and clothes were very dirty but his eyes were intelligent. Alan remembered them from Paul’s photo.
Eric Kirby’s eyes.
But they looked different now. They were wild. They were the eyes of a wild animal.
Alan and Eric came to a small building. The door and windows were very strong. Eric Opened the door and closed it behind them. Then he closed the windows and turned on a light.
“Eric,” Alan said to him, “your parents are here”
“On the island?” he asked. He wanted to see his parents again—but not here.
“Yes.”
“They’ll die. The dinosaurs will kill them.” Eric looked at the man again. He remembered that face. “You’re Alan Grant!” he said. “I read your books”
“And which book did you like best?”
“The first,” Eric said. “Before you were on the island. You like dinosaurs then.”
“That was before they tried to eat me.” Alan said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Your parents invited me. They wanted help.”
Alan looked around the small room. There was some food, but not much. “Any guns or radios?” he asked.
Eric shook his head. He opened some candy and started to eat. Then he looked at Alan. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I forgot. Here.”
Alan ate the candy quickly. He was very hungry.
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