dragon. But what a head it turned out to be! It was four feet long, as big as an eight-year-old child, with a snout filled with sharp teeth that ran almost its entire length.
If that was the head, how much bigger must the body have been, I thought. But to my bitter disappointment the body was not where I expected it to be.
AN ACCIDENT LEADS TO A DISCOVERY
No sooner did we have the head laid out in the workshop than all the neighbors and friends from our quarter of Lyme came to see for themselves âthe monsterâs headâ that the Anning children brought back from the beach. They crowded into the tiny shop, joking and jostling one another. It was an amazing scene, one which I donât think Iâll ever forget.
âI wouldnât have such a thing in my house,â Mr. Cruikshanks said, poking it with his pipe. âWouldnât be able to sleep knowing there was a dragon there.â
ââFraid it might come to life, John?â asked Mr. Adams, with a guffaw.
âYou never know,â Mr. Cruikshanks replied. âNow that itâs not buried in the cliff, it might come back to life. I heard such stories, things people thought were gone, come back.â¦â
Mrs. Cruikshanks gave Mr. Cruikshanks a withering look. âTold over a glass of brandy, no doubt,â she commented.
Mr. Halowell the jailer, who came in from the jail next door with his round little wife, poked his finger in the monsterâs mouth and exclaimed, âDid you ever see such a mouthful of teeth?â
âYou could borrow some for your own mouth, Rob. I donât think the beast would miss them,â his wife told him, much to everyoneâs amusement.
I was flushed with happiness at all of this attention. I told them that in cleaning away the stone from around the fossilâs teeth, I had found that it had teeth in different stages of growth, which made me think that it grew new teeth to replace the old.
âWish I could do the same,â Mr. Halowell replied, laughing at himself.
Of course Lizzie, who was my closest friend, came. She had been to the beach when we were working on extracting the fossil. Now she came to see the fossil laid out in the shop, bringing Caroline Gleed and Jane Lovett along. Despite their contempt for me and for my fossil hunting, Caroline and Jane were eager to see âthe monsterâs headâ that everyone else in our quarter of town was talking about.
âMy brother says that it is so ugly it must belong to the devil,â Caroline said, pushing past me and going directly to the fossil. Seeing it, she gasped, and stepped back. âHeâs right. It is ugly. A monster!â Then turning to me, she said, âYou must be the only girl in all of England who could find such a thing, Mary.â
âThe only girl who is queer enough to want to,â commented Jane, loud enough so that I could hear.
Struggling to keep my temper, I answered, âNo one has ever found such a fossil before. We donât really know what it is.â
âFossil?â Lizzie asked. She, like almost everyone in Lyme then, called them curiosities.
âA fossil is a curiosity,â I explained.
âAny fool can see that it is a petrified monster,â Jane said.
Trying to salvage the situation, Lizzie said, âSome people say that it is the head of a crocodile.â
âIt does look something like the pictures of crocodiles,â I admitted. âThatâs what Squire Henley called it.â
âWhatever it is, be glad it does not live in England now,â Jane said. And with that she and Caroline turned away and left the shop.
This upset Lizzie, who, despite all of her efforts to smooth things over, was caught once again between me and others. âI should have known better than to bring them here. But everyone was talking about your find, and they wanted to see it. They said they wouldnât come unless I came with them. They think you