Sam hurried from the grass to the back step, past the living room string lines, down the hallway, and onto the kitchen tiles again. Each paper sign seemed to say something new. The map was not only about giant teeth and thunder feet. It was about seas changing, rocks forming, creatures trying, failing, and trying again.

Grandma Noor pointed up as a sparrow skimmed over the lawn. “Look closely,” she said. Sam smiled at the quick wings. “So the dinosaur story is still here,” Sam said. “Just smaller, lighter, and flying.”