Standing outside tonight I saw a pterodactyl. Well in reality it was undoubtedly some kind of a large foul. As I watched the silvery clouds, lit from the killer moon, this beast was honking through the black space hanging under the overcast. For a moment I was sure it was a goose. The damn thing was honking like a Canadian goose. But once the silhouette cleared, it was apparent it was a pterodactyl. Who the hell would know. Probably slipped through a rip in time, and as fate would have it, the leathery sky swimmer will probably get hit and killed by a 1977 green Pinto. Actually, the pinto has met a fate equal to that of the pterodactyl. When’s the last time you saw one? In truth, there’s probably more of a chance of the pinto slipping through a rip in time and being crushed by a brontosaurus. Would serve him right. Just think of the irony: A fossil fuel consuming hung of iron, flattened by its own food source.