One evening Mogey and Smush were enjoying a welsh rarebit at their local eating establishment when they noticed a most peculiar creature sitting at the bar.
"Say, Smush, is that a pterodactyl over there?" Mogey asked.
"Why I do believe it is," Smush replied as he glanced over his shoulder. "Shall we go talk to him?"
So after taking a few more bracing bites of rarebit, the intrepid pals ventured to the bar.
"Say, mister," Smush began haltingly. "There's really no polite way to say this, but are you a pterodactyl?"
"No," he answered, heaving a great sigh as though he had been asked this many times before. "I'm just a skinny guy with a long nose and really flabby arms."
"Ah," Smush said, "well I apologize for the insinuation. What's your name, stranger?"
"Terry," the pterodactyly man replied.
"Let me guess!" Mogey exclaimed. "Your last name is 'Dactyl?'"
"Nope," said Terry. "It's 'Peanut.' Terry Peanut, at your service."
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