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.
The End.
