A Family History
The man with the glasses and the safari helmet was still pushing his way through brush and bushes. Jack Grabber continued to follow him, but his patience was wearing out. Fast. Suddenly they stopped at a man-made clearing. He was looking out on a bull-dozed pit filled with dinosaur bones. The thing was as big as half a football field and what looked like hundreds of the biggest creatures known to man were continuing their final rest in it. “What is this?” Grabber asked. “Mass grave”, the safari man said… “Only one of it’s kind in the world.” Grabber paused… anticipating what was coming next. “Why did you bring me here?” The man wiped his brow, looked Grabber in the face, “Because it was one of the earliest male members of the Grabber clan who killed every single one of these beasts. This was before tools, before arrows, even before rocks were invented.” Grabber took a deep breath. A slow smile spread over his face. “I recognized the work” he said. He spat into the grave and walked away. There were more monsters out there to reckon with he guessed. And the Grabber clan wasn’t finished yet.