Icarus sighed, opening the door to his house. He had had a tough day at school. All day, he had been worried about Caelum. He was trying to keep the small dinosaur a secret.

"Hi, mom! I'm home." he smiled and ran up to his room. He noticed two little marks on his door. Uh-oh, Caelum. Ic opened the door to the small closet he had left Caelum in. Inside, was the small creature under a pile of blankets.

"Yo! What are you trying to do? Get me grounded for life?" growled Ic, bending low and reaching his hands out. He hoped to God the small animal did not bite him. He did not appreciate being bitten.

"Caelum." he whispered, beckoning the dinosaur to come toward him. "You can come out." he said, laying on his belly so that he was face to face with dinosaur's hindquarters.

Uh-oh. Icarus knew that look and for some reason it always worked on him.

"Uh-uh. No way. Caelum, you weren't supposed to make a mess in here." growled Icarus, starting to fold towels and place them in their regular positions. He looked at Caelum again. Aw, man. The small Albertosaurus stared up at him with those complex golden eyes. "I can't stay mad at you forever." sighed Icarus, picking up the dinosaur.

"I'll take you to my room if you promise not to mess it up... Or bite me!" Icarus hurriedly added. The dinosaur had a habit of doing that.

"Doesn't take much to interest you, does it?" said Icarus, peeling the little dinosaur's face away from the wall. He then, quietly, made his way to his room, otherwise called the room that has a door with scratches on it. No doubt Caelum had done that. Icarus sighed and stroked the little animal's face, opening the door.

Inside, was a vast room filled with various knick-knacks. His bed resided at one corner with a small laptop carefully placed on top.

"Have fun. I'm going to do something really quick." said Ic, placing the Albertosaurus on his bed.

Ic pulled the laptop onto his, well, lap and logged himself in. He proceeded in searching Google.

"Albertosaurus was named by Henry Fairfield Osborn in a very brief note at the end of his 1905 description of Tyrannosaurus rex. The name honors Alberta, the Canadian province in which the first remains were found. The generic name also incorporates the Greek term óáõñïò/sauros ("lizard"), the most common suffix in dinosaur names. The type species is A. sarcophagus, which means "flesh-eater" and has the same etymology as the funeral container with which it shares its name: a combination of the Ancient Greek words óáñî/sarx ("flesh") and Öáãåéí/phagein ("to eat").[11] More than thirty specimens of all ages are known to science.[3][8]"

"Yeah you are a scaly, little lizard." laughed Icarus, petting the small thing.

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Icarus laughed. Caelum was a curious thing. Funny to watch too. He closed the laptop and watched the small dinosaur nose at his baseball.

"I won the game ball back when I was seven, when I was on a baseball team." he sighed, leaning back against the head-board of hos bed.

He then leaned forward again and rummaged for something under his pillow. It was bubble-wrap. His mother had never taken the bubble wrab off of his head-board.

Ic placed it in front of him, curious as to what the dinosaur might do. He continued to stare. Yes, this would be fun.

Icarus laughed at the small dinosaur's expression. He looked utterly confused as to what the strange material could be. Icarus put a hand forth and pressed down hard on a bubble. Pop!

"It's fun, see?" he whispered, pushing another bubble down. Caelum would learn. He pulled to creature toward him and placed him on the bubble-wrap, curious as to what his reaction would be.