"We need a net." Pentam leaned against the wall of the lab. "Remember catching that ostrich, Sir Shillingsworth?" He desperately wanted to be in on the capture. Chemistry was important, but boring. This was where the excitement was.
"A net, yes, but the seaweed is a problem. We can't sink it below the surface." Prof. Orthin scratched his head.
"So we bait the creature up onto the net." Pentam waved his hands in illustration. "Then haul it up."
"We don't know how long this thing is." Lahdin looked up from where he doodled on scrap of paper.
"The snout looks like a crocodile to me," Cal spoke up. "How long would a crocodile be?"
"Eight feet? Maybe ten? Hard to say without a good sense of scale." Sir Shillingsworth peered at the drawing.
"So we need to get the thing eight feet onto the
