'Some kind of
'Is the cook really going to serve that?' asked Con, taken aback.
'I thought you'd eat anything,' said Joe.
Con flashed him a dirty look.
'Pandit won't get it until after I dissect it,' said Rick.
'Oh gross!' said Con. 'I'll eat lots of rolls instead.'
'I AM MOST gratified by your addition to our menu,' said Pandit, eyeing Rick's catch with appreciation. 'Two trips, and each time you return in triumph.'
'Just doin' my job,' replied Rick, grinning broadly.
'And now I must do mine,' said Pandit as he surveyed the dinosaur. He took up his carving knife. 'This will be most challenging.'
'Hold it,' said Rick. 'I want to study this before you start slicing and dicing.'
'I hope you are a quick study, dinner is in two hours.'
Rick looked at his specimen, feeling chagrined by its ignoble fate.
Rick turned his attention to the head. Mounted on a long, supple neck, it, too, seemed designed for catching prey. The skull was slender, with a long snout. The brain-case was large for a dinosaur;
Rick saw a predator adapted to hunt active small prey, probably the nocturnal mammals of the period. It looked quick and agile. The feathers indicated that it was warm-blooded.
Conscious that Pandit was impatiently watching, he opened the chest cavity. The two items that interested him most were the heart and the stomach contents. The heart, as he suspected, had four chambers. It was another indication the animal was warm-blooded. Rick slit open the stomach next. It contained several partly digested hairy bodies.
'Must you do this in my kitchen?' protested Pandit. 'Those little vermin are most unsanitary.'
'Have some respect for your ancestors.'
'Those cannot be my ancestors,' said Pandit. 'My an-cestors got away.' Rick placed the remaining viscera in a bucket for later study. 'You sure know how to spoil a guy's fun, Pandit. I trust you don't want the head, hands, and feet.'
'Please take them and let me cook.'
Rick cut off his specimens, then turned the severed head in his hand. 'I think I'll name this
'How modest,' said Pandit, 'You should name it after yourself.'
'That's not allowed.'
'Why not?'
'It's against the rules of taxonomy.'
'So you honor Mr. Greighton instead.'