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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