Choke Your Prehistoric Chicken 30 Jul-5 Aug
"Now, it's time to die, me laddo," the Pterodactyl called to me. "No, more running for you. No more sticks to swing either. But I'm not going to end this one fast. It's going to be slow. I'm going to pull your organs out one at a time. First maybe your liver, then a spleen..."
"While that sounds like fun," I told him. "I'm going to have to pass."
"The only thing that's going to pass," the Pterodactyl replied, "is your heart after I eat it."
"What?" he gasped. "I'd like to see you do better with the lines you're giving me."
"It's a poor musician than blames his instrument."
"My instrument is just fine. Thank you. It's the brass section that is having trouble keeping up. Fortunately, I'm about to make this song a solo."
"You know what an orchestra is?"
"Of course, I do. I'm not a philistine."
"No, but you're a pterosaur living in a nest without a single shred of technology in sight."
"What does technology have to do with an orchestra? I can fly just fine on my own to listen to some musicians play."
"Musical instruments are technology. Brass instruments are technology. Making brass instruments requires technology!"
"You silly morsels and your attempts at thinking," the Pterodactyl laughed, as he continued to circle me. "It's so cute. And appetizing."
Suddenly, he dove down at me, but this time I was ready for him. I leapt over him and landed on his back. I wrapped my legs around his short torso and around his thin neck. "Get off of me!" he shouted. "Get off of me or I'll tear you apart!"
I held him tighter, trying to put him to sleep. The Pterodactyl continued to flap wildly, doing his best to free himself, but slowly his thrashing began to fade. And then he was out and we were falling. I dove for the mountain, reaching out as far as I could, but it wasn't far enough.
to be continued next week
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