Her name on her drivers license was Susan, but everyone who knew her called her Sue. For the first part of her life she was an ordinary gal, working an ordinary job as a waitress, in a day to day life most live. Being a single mom with two little girls. She did what she had to. So did her youngest girl. This particular little girl wanted to hunt for some dinosaurs. Fossils, actually. Finally, she broke her unsinkable mom. She pestered her into going camping, and, fossil hunting. Now, I’ve had little girls pester me. They can be real little shits. Especially when they are right…So, here they are on a two week vacation with borrowed gear. Enough to get by. Plus, a big box of canned food of all sorts. They head for the town the little girl had read about at school with all the fossils. Off they go Wyoming way, or, maybe time for Montana? In a couple of days, their at the outskirts of that very same town. Sue spots a nice ranch…She told inquisitive people later on, she had slowed because it looked friendly. They hadn’t opened their tent yet, or used the sleeping bags. They had splurged on some inexpensive motel rooms. Sue drove down the long dirt driveway since their wasn’t even a gate. That also impressed her. No one here was afraid of anything. She spots Frank, an old Indian fellow, sitting on his porch. In fifteen minutes, she has Franks ok to put her tent just up past his barn. A small creek ran by the back and he told her they would be just fine their until morning. They might find a nicer spot after hiking around in the new light. With just a couple of hours of daylight left, Sue feels she has time for a couple of shots of the girls by their freshly set up tent and campsite. Her little instamatic needed all the light it could get. Stepping across the small stream in her new hiking boots, she climbed a little knoll, to get downward shot of her smiling ear to ear girls, now waving. Sue stumbles a little as she stepped back for the shot. She takes some shots, then, looks down to see what had tripped her to avoid it on the way down. It looked like a big cow bone, sort of. She took a couple of shots of it, then, headed on down for leftover McDonalds from the station wagon stock bag. The girls all looked at their photos on the small, instant picture cards the camera spit out. From the start of their adventure, to the new campsite. They finally hit the hay. Not even a real fire. Sue had just lit the Coleman. The girls didn’t mind…..In the morning, Frank calling from the house to see if she wants coffee, brings Sue on a trot, The girls ended up sleeping in the car. The coyotes were to thank for thank for that. Sippiing some coffee, she wakes the girls up by starting the car engine. Still in their bags, she lets them know their eating pancakes and eggs at a nice cafe Frank told her about. It was full of fossil hunting college kids, so, Frank figured she could ask them where a good spot to look was located. Plus, it had good chow. Inside the packed coffee shop, some guys with back packs offer to split the end of their long bench table with Sue and her little girls. They slide right in. After ordering, Sues little girl shows one of the young men across from her, their new campsite photos. As the young man looks at the second photo, he calls his friends over from another table to take a look. Sue and her girls lives changed in that one second. Sue’s cow bone was the eye socket of a T-Rex….Lets cut to the chase. Now, in that fifteen minutes where she first met Frank, he had said an interesting thing. “Oh, there’s fossils around. You can have any you find”! In their brief first encounter. The college kids moved their entire dig site, to Franks house. They also knew in less then a month, that they had something unbelievable, An ENTIRE FEMALE T- REX! The females are largest, by the way. They hump when THEY fell like it. They put teams to lay it out. They find the tip of its tail about 47 foot from the now, half exposed skull. Mayber eight foot long if I remember right. Look it up if so inclined. I like the stories, not all the stats and long names that put me to sleep…Anyhow, the Dept. of Forestry steps in after they find it also has the tiny fore legs and lower jaw. Never seen before. Most musuems faked those. They dispute her find claiming it was actually Government land. Frank called them god damned liars. Forestry got pissed. They called their big brother, the U.S. Army Corp of Engineers. The Army takes over the site. While its bulldozing an entire ROAD to Franks place through every type of terrain, they have another division, cutting the gigantic fossil up into three section, then, plastered and prepared the pieces with their own Paleontoligists. Using huge Govenment military tank recovery vehicles to convey the giant hunks of stone, they get their booty to the train station, to ship to a place of their choosing….In a real last second move, Sue and some new law school friends of her scientest friends, file a legal paper to keep the T-Rex under the care of the Railroad. It worked. Saving you the long legal blow by blow, Sue and Frank won! Thanks for the road too, morons. Put back together, it auctions at a world bidding craze, to the highest bidder. THIRTY SIX MILLION BUCKS! But that was just the start. While Sue is now on her way to being Prof. Susan, millions more are made from all the PLASTIC , life sized models of Sue, now all over the world in other museums…Just from one pestering little kid…