the media. And those results show, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the G-rex toe bone is chemically very similar to T-rex bones that are seventy million years old.”
Ferdy shook his head and said, “I must admit, Uncle Actual, that this is very powerful evidence. But I still can’t help wondering: if the G-rex lived at the same time as the T-rex , why haven’t any fossils been found before now? A number of T-rex fossils have been found over the years, but not a single solitary G-rex bone. And now, all of a sudden, we have a whole skeleton!”
“There are any number of possible reasons for that,” said the professor. “There may have been many fewer G-rex es than T-rex es. Or it may have lived in only a small space on the earth compared to T-rex. ” He smiled again. “Ah, my dear brilliant little nephew! It does my heart good to see you sticking to your guns like this. But if the lab tests can’t persuade you, what can? Being skeptical is always the first thing a scientist must be. But it can be taken too far. A scientist must also be open to the new, the unexpected. Don’t let your skeptical attitude ruin the excitement of this great discovery, Ferdy! Now, if you’ll excuse me …”
And with that, Actual Factual strode quickly down the hall to where a crowd of reporters and photographers was waiting at the front entrance.
Chapter 11
The Unveiling
Finally, it was the day of the great unveiling—the unveiling of the put-together G-rex skeleton at the Bearsonian Institution. The museum staff had worked for days to piece together the great pile of bones. Now the colossal skeleton stood tall in the rotunda of the Hall of Dinosaurs, covered by an equally colossal veil of canvas. Actually, “tall” wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how it stood. The top of its head almost touched the rotunda’s skylight, partially blotting out the sun. It was obvious to all gathered in the rotunda that the G-rex skeleton was fully twice the height of the big T-rex skeleton at the Big Bear City Museum of Natural History.
There must have been a hundred guests crammed into the rotunda. Of course, Ralph Ripoff and Sandcrab Jones were among them. So were Chief Bruno and Officer Marguerite, to maintain order and guard the G-rex . But the throng that circled the great covered beast was made up mostly of the media and invited scientists. The scientists wore name tags listing their universities or other institutions. Ferdy Factual, a scientist in his own right, wore a Bearsonian Institution tag. Actual Factual had given him four extra passes, which he’d given to the Bear Detectives in honor of their efforts to ensure that the G-rex was no hoax.
“Isn’t this exciting?” said Brother to Ferdy. “First the unveiling, then the signing.” He motioned to the table that had been placed beside the G-rex display. “Just imagine. In a few minutes your uncle will sit there and sign the bill of sale. And the G-rex will belong to the Bearsonian forever.”
But Ferdy didn’t seem to share Brother’s upbeat mood.
“What’s wrong, Ferd?” asked Brother. “You don’t look excited.”
“That’s only because I’m not excited,” said Ferdy. “I still can’t help believing that something will go wrong. Very wrong.”
Brother let out a groan. “Let it go, Ferd,” he pleaded. “You’re gonna bring everyone else down—even your uncle …”
“Not much chance of that,” scoffed Ferdy. “Uncle Actual has been lost somewhere up in the stratosphere ever since those chemical tests were completed. I’d need a guided missile to bring him down!”
Just then Mayor Horace J. Honeypot stepped up to the podium beside the table and spoke into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said in solemn tones, “we are gathered here today—”
“Is he kidding?” Sister whispered to Brother as the mayor droned on. “Does he think Actual Factual and the G-rex are getting married?”
“Well, in a way they are,”