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  • I came home to find Roger in a state. He'd bought three pretty birds, as I'd asked, but he could only find two. It was a moonless night. I told him not to worry, either she'd be found, or else she'd be eaten by the fox. The next morning, we found her perched on a branch right above the hen house. She'd flown up, and then could not figure out how to get down.

    Thus began the interesting life of Pterodactyl Superchick.
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