The pterodactyl nervously came out of the roof door and was surprised to see Grrr with a apron on barbecuing chicken.
"Look Mr. Grrr, this is not going to work. They have had me on the roof many times. They tried all sorts of treatments.
"Look Mr. Grrr, this is not going to work. They have had me on the roof many times. They tried all sorts of treatments.
It just does no good..sob..sob..I just cannot fly." cried Perry Pterodactyl
"Well kid", said Grrr "I talked to the docs and they said that there is nothing wrong with your wings".
"I ...know..I know" said Perry Pterodactyl . "But what if they are wrong..what if I am like up in the sky and something goes wrong?"
"Kid,' Grrr replied, "you are a pterodactyl and pterodactyls fly. Good thing for them too. I mean look at this chicken, it was a bird..had wings but would it fly? No! and so it becomes a snack."
As Grrr was talking he ate a chicken leg..the whole leg bones and all.
"You know", Grrr said " I am a T-Rex , 65 feet tall 5 tons and one lousy chicken is not going to get it.
So, unless you want to be the main course, you better get off my roof." Grrr smiled at Perry with 6 inch serrated fangs as he advanced on the cowering Perry. Perry tried to duck back in the roof door but Grrr's tail was in the way.
Next thing he knew Perry was flying 200 feet above the roof roaring in joy.
The kid stayed in the sky all day.
Perry came to Grrr's office next morning to thank him and brought a case of root beer and a box of donuts as a thanks gift.
"Thank you MR. Grrr..thank you I I I don't know what to say how to say it..thank you!" exclaimed Perry.
You are welcome sir" said Grrr "Always remember every one is scared of something..the trick is not to let the scared win."
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