Gone into Hibernation

Grrr and the gang have gone into hibernation till it warms up.

The pterodactyl who was too scared to fly.or "the trick is not to let the scared win."

 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.

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."             

An alligator wearing a skirt and carrying golf clubs.

 As Grrr was sitting in his new swamp den he saw a strange sight;

An alligator  wearing a skirt and carrying  golf clubs.

“Laddie, hav ye no been told is ney polite ta stare?” the  Gator said.

“Hum, Sorry said Grrr, it is just that I never saw a gator carrying golf clubs  and wearing a skirt”

“It is a kilt, nay a skirt. Ya big ox and we kilt all who make fun of it.”

Grrrs eyes started to turn red, never a good sign and  he let out a roar.

“We will just see who kills  who around here.” 

Bob picked up his Mauser and chambered a round.

“We will just see who kills  who around here.” Grrr said with a roar.

Before the creatures could rend each other  or  Bob squeeze a trigger, Al gator came walking out of the kitchen with a cup of Earl Gray in his hand.

"Grrr, Bob  I see you met Uncle Angus.” Al Gator said. “Uncle, This is  Grrr and the human aiming  in on you with that Mauser is Bob. They are the new friends I wrote to you about. Pals, this is my Uncle Angus MacGator.”  Grrr backed up and Bob put the Mauser down.

“Any friend of Al’s is welcome” Grrr said. “That goes for me too. “ Bob  said.

“Laddies, tis goode to met ye. Al has told me many fine things of ye both.” Uncle Angus said.

“Forgive me temper...was a long dry swim I no had my tea and the tee time was bad.”

“Well, we can fix that.”Grrr said handing  Angus a cup. But we are not into golf.”

“I did not know that Gators played golf.” Bob said pouring a cup of coffee.

“Son  , you are in a retirement village in Fl. Golf is THE sport and as for me, well, golf was invented in Scotland.”