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safe. The sooner we get our job done, the sooner we can be back
home with Mom and Dad. We can’t e-mail them here, and we
can’t call them; they are out of range. Huracán told me that is
only a temporary condition, so don’t worry. Now, what we need
is a good plan, and I have a suggestion. You have all seen these
eggs lying in nests all over the ground?”
“Yes,” said Ronú and Kuó simultaneously.
“We could smash all of them, killing the baby Gigantoraptors,
or as I suggest, pick them all up, put them in baskets, and
transport them to an island far away. We can have Zotz or
Mahucutah help us with that task,” Viviana told them.
“That’s a cool idea!” Ronú said as he finished his Minute Maid
juice.
“Viviana and I can use our special powers to remove the eggs
from the nests, even if a mother Gigantoraptor is there. We
could dress in camouflage and look like little white clouds,”
Jonathan said, in thinking of a way to help.
“Which island should we take the dinosaur eggs to hatch on?”
Bardala asked, as she handed Jonathan a clean Timberland Polo
shirt to wear.
“It has to be one without people,” Kuó said.
“He’s right. People and Gigantoraptors don’t get along well
together,” Ronú said, shaking his head and petting Brilloso. “Or,
with dogs.”
Tital pulled out his Apple iPad and started looking over the
nearby different land masses. “Here’s one,” he said, pointing to
the screen, “Mahú Island. It’s southwest of here, and fairly close.
It’s large enough, and there is no human population. It looks
perfect, and it has other dinosaurs like the Trachodon and the
Brontosaur, that will give the Gigantoraptors something to eat.