Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has brought home a box of glorified, dusty bricks, which they apparently expect the small human to chip apart with flimsy plastic tools. The objective, as far as my superior feline intellect can discern, is to unearth what they are calling "fossils." Bones of things long dead. I fail to see the appeal when a perfectly lively sunbeam is available for napping in. The ensuing mess of dust and debris could be a serious threat to the integrity of my immaculate tuxedo coat, a risk I'm not willing to take lightly. However, the small, skittering fragments chipped from the blocks might provide a moment's diversion, and the cardboard box it arrived in is, as always, the true prize.
Key Features
- Dig up 12 fossil bricks & discover 12 unique real fossils: Feel like a real paleontologist excavating up unique fossils from the bricks. Find a dinosaur bones, coprolite, shark vertebrae and much more! Once dug up, find the appropriate card describing the history and characteristics of the fossil.
- Kit includes: 12 Fossil Bricks (with a unique fossil in each), 12 Chisel/Brushes, 12 Instruction Guides, and 12 full-colored beautiful learning cards - one for each fossil. It all comes packaged in a sleek display box. Includes everything needed for the young scientist to excavate the fossils with ease, and gain a deeper understanding of them.
- 12 full-color fossil learning cards: Includes 12 beautiful cards, each describing the history of a different fossil. After digging up a fossil, try to match up the appropriate card to your fossil and learn more about it.
- A fun and educational gift for all ages: It's not often that a science project can be fun and engaging, but this kit achieves both! Great set for individual play or as a group activity. It fascinates children as soon as they pull it out of the box and is a perfect STEM project. It fosters a love for science and paleontology in a fun and exciting way.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began on the kitchen table, a place from which I am technically forbidden but which I consider my primary observation deck. The Human presented the Small Human with a strange, chalky loaf and an inadequate-looking plastic implement. A frantic, scraping ritual ensued, accompanied by a shower of pale dust that I eyed with extreme prejudice. My tail twitched in irritation. This was not a toy. This was manual labor, and messy labor at that. My pristine white bib was in mortal danger from the fallout. After several minutes of this pointless chipping, the Small Human let out a cry of triumph. I leaned forward, momentarily intrigued. What treasure had been unearthed? A jewel? A particularly fine piece of dried salmon? No. The revealed object was... a rock. A knobby, uninteresting rock. The Human read from a colorful card, her voice full of undeserved reverence for what was clearly fossilized dung. They had chipped away a larger rock to find a smaller, lumpier, and frankly more offensive rock. I yawned, preparing to retire to a less ridiculous corner of the house. But then, the next brick was brought forth. More scraping, more dust. This time, however, the object revealed was different. It was sharp, white, and serrated. A weapon. The Human once again consulted a card, her tone now hushed with awe. "A shark tooth," she whispered, "from the ancient seas." My ears, which had been flattened in annoyance, swiveled forward. *Shark*. I did not know this word, but it sounded important. It sounded like a Great Fish, a predator of the deep Water Bowl. This was not just a rock; this was the fang of a legendary beast. Suddenly, the dusty ceremony took on a grave new meaning. These were not rocks; they were relics. The Humans were not playing; they were performing archaeology, unearthing the powerful remnants of a lost world. My world. I leaped silently onto the adjacent chair, my posture shifting from one of bored disdain to that of a vigilant guardian. I was no longer a mere house cat; I was Pete, Overseer of the Dig Site, High Priest of the Ancient Fang. The dust was no longer an annoyance but the sacred soil of discovery. The activity was messy, loud, and utterly beneath me, yet its purpose was now clear. It was worthy. My Humans were finally doing something of consequence.