Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in her infinite and baffling wisdom, has brought home a box of chalky, man-made eggs. The premise seems to be that one uses tiny, inadequate tools to chip away at the shell to reveal a small, plastic monster within. While the "archaeology" aspect is clearly a waste of perfectly good napping time for any creature with a modicum of self-respect, the potential for widespread dust distribution is intriguing. The little plastic figures, once liberated, might also serve as decent skitter-toys to be batted under the furniture, but the effort-to-reward ratio seems dangerously low from where I'm sitting. Ultimately, it's a messy, labor-intensive process for a prize that is, I suspect, far less satisfying than a single, well-aimed sunbeam.
Key Features
- Dino Eggs Kit: Discover 12 unique dinosaurs.With dig tools,feel like a real paleontologist excavating up unique toy dinosaurs.
- Knowledge Cards: Includes 12 dinosaur cards, each describing the history of a different dinosaur. After digging up a dino, match up the appropriate card to your dinosaur and learn more about it.
- 2 ways: Dig it up directly or put dinosaur eggs in water before digging,will be easier to dig up.A great learning and interaction toy for boys and girls.It fosters a love for science and paleontology in a fun and exciting way.
- 12 x Dinosaur Eggs (with a unique dinosaur toy in each), 12 x Chisel,12 x Brushes, 12 x Knowledge Cards.The best choice for kids, Easter gift, Birthday gift or Christmas gift.
- Perfect Easter Eggs Gift: Color packing box.A fun and educational gift for all ages. It fosters a love for science and paleontology in a fun and exciting way.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ritual began on a Tuesday. My human spread a sheet of thin, crinkly plastic over the good rug—a clear sign that some manner of desecration was imminent. From the colorful box, she produced a single, speckled brown ovoid and a bowl of water. My ears swiveled forward, my tail giving a slow, inquisitive twitch. She was performing some kind of nesting rite. I watched, a silent, gray-and-white deity observing a bizarre mortal ceremony, as she lowered the egg into the water. It hissed, releasing a torrent of tiny bubbles. A sign! The egg was alive, and it was displeased with its bath. I crept closer, my belly low to the floor, as she retrieved the now-softened orb. With a tiny, almost laughable tool, she began to tap and scrape at its surface. Was this… an assisted hatching? I had seen such things on the Nature Channel she favors. A mother bird, helping a struggling chick. But my human was clumsy, aggressive even, sending chunks of the shell flying. I held my breath, transfixed by the impending birth. What strange creature would emerge from such a vessel? A new bird for me to watch? A curiously-shaped mouse? The anticipation was a tight knot in my stomach. Then, through a breach in the muddy shell, a flash of lurid orange plastic. With a final, decisive scrape, the creature was free. It was not a bird. It was a monster, a miniature horned beast with a bony frill around its head. My human cooed, comparing it to a piece of cardboard, and announced, "It's a Triceratops, Pete!" I cared not for its name. This was an interloper. An invader, born of mud and water and violence, right here on the living room floor. It sat there, motionless, an affront to all that was soft and furry and rightfully mine. My judgment had to be swift. I rose from my crouch and approached the orange monstrosity with the silent, deliberate steps of an executioner. I sniffed it. It smelled of chalk and disappointment. There was no life here, no soul to challenge my dominion. I extended a single, perfect white paw and delivered a firm *thwack*. The Triceratops went skittering across the hardwood, spinning into the dark abyss under the sofa. My human sighed, but I knew the truth. The strange ritual was absurd, the "egg" a fraud. But the result? A perfectly weighted, silent prey item that would provide at least several minutes of satisfying hunting. I suppose, in the end, it was a worthy offering. I would allow the strange births to continue.
