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The Adventures of Terry the Pterrordactil 2

 After this winn, at least I hope you read the first one, Terry was called Terrorlord Terry. It was his racing tittle, and, in some cases, his racing mark. He had gotten himself a doughter by winning, who at exactly this time and this day 112,134,251.67 years ago was starting to peck arownd the inside of the eggshell. She had troubles, so Terrorlord Terry pecked the egg gently, once. The egg cracked, and just at that crack, the thunder started. A storm was on it's way, it started to rain. The family in its tree nest was very disturbed, becouse it was indeed rather high. So, what they did, was, Terry's wife, Picky, flue first down and started digging beneath the tree, while the Terrorlord picked up the little, cracking egg and allso flue down. He put the egg close to the roots and helped Picky dig. They dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and dug, and so thurned the little hole into a simple, small room. It had a nice seeling, were only an hour and then a drop or two would drip from. After the walls and floors were smooth and the seeling steady, they went out and got some mud. This was mixed with hey and stroh and put in a corner of the room, were it hardened. Then, Terrorlord Terry placed the still wriggling egg in the nice, dry and hardened nest. They therafter mad a little cave out of the nest, and painted the seeling with the stuff, and layed a little gass carpet and two grass beds inside. into the little Baby-Pterrordactil cave and at the entrance. When the storm had stopped evening the day after, the egg cracked finely open. Picky lokked at the Terrific Terrorlord Terry who said: "Welcome, Stormy, doughter of Picky and Terry. I welcome you to the racing dinosour world!" The day after, Picky and Stormy wached the race. This time terry chose the middle race, Up to the clouds, along torwards the sunset and back down again. Only to sour across the Dolphin way, arownd the island and back to the start-finishline. "And Terrific Terrorlord Terry takes the lead, ducking back his wings, up through the clouds and across the dolphin track. Ferral Fella is seckond to wack her mark on the flag, closely followed by bolder bella and windy wise. And here comes the speedyest, Terrifical Terrorlord Terry the terrofying pasing through the start-finish line and strait to his family, the pecky Picky and stormy Stormy." As reward, Terrable Terrafying Terrific Terrorlord Terry the winner had a silver egg stattue, and another child.

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The Adventures of Terry the Big-Nosed Pterrordactil 1

 A long, long time aggo, when the world was truly different, there was a pterrordactil called Terry. Terry was no ordinary pterrodactil, becous his beak was so big he often lost his ballance and fell onto his over-sized nose. So, one day when he was being teased by the other pterrordactils becous of his nose, he just flew away like normal only to face downward and crash into his own nest, wich rather allarmed his wife. A moscuito who was nearby had seen this odd seen and went to make poor Terry's nose even bigger by stinging it. Terry, of course, did not approve very much and said: "Hey, watch out, moscuito, now my nose is ichy." The moscuito laughed and stung ichy Terry on both wings and tail tripple to ballance it.

Terry changed his mind, only called a quick "Thanks" and plunged himself out of his nest to speedy fly to the racing pterrodactils. He was put in the slowest race out to sea, arowned the island and back to the start-finish line. "Ready.... Set... Go!!!" cried the brontosourus scoreceeper. So they shot off like rockets, slow rockets, all a different paint sign on them. "And our Roberto takes the lead, closely followd by windstorm and lightspeed. And here comes Terralord Terry, racing to the front! Remember, the winner gets a egg! It looks like Terry will take the lead, he pecked his mark at the flagg and here he rockets! Oh no, it looks like Brokolly Brodo is about to have a acident... and he crashed head first in a albatross nest. Ladies!" The big whales saved Brodo from the pecky albatrosses and Terry won the Game! He got a little copper egg stattue and returned home, just as his wife went "Bargaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" and held out a little, white and yellow sprinkeled egg. "Oh, butt I don't want a egg." said Terry. His wife gazed at him in surpise, for he looked purfectly normal, long, thinn nose-beak, completely normal.

This Story is followed by The Adventures of Terry the Pterrprdactil 2.

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