"What're we waiting for again, Smush?" Mogey asked, keenly analyzing a slice of salami in his boredom.
"We're waiting for the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo!" Smush whispered without breaking his gaze from their surroundings. "A mighty bird from another age. It stands fifteen feet high with a wingspan of more than 4 leagues and its claws are sharp enough to shave every hair off a full-grown wolf in only two strokes. If we're patient, we might just get a chance to leap atop the behemoth and be the first to ride him."
"The Mashing Turnip of Ballyhoo, you say?" Mogey replied. "That doesn't sound so--"
"There he is!" Smush interrupted as he caught sight of the colossal fowl. "Let's go for it Mogey!"
Mogey and Smush scampered with all their might and leaped onto the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo, gripping tight to its neck and back and hanging on for dear life.
"We're doing it, Mogey!" Smush bellowed. "We're riding the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo!"
"AHEM!" the museum curator cleared his throat as loudly as possible, silencing Mogey and Smush's hooting and hollering. "Gentlemen!" he shouted up at them. "Please do not ride the pterodactyl skeleton - it is extremely fragile!"
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