The Pterodactyl cocks
it's massive head, swiveling the one eye you can see toward you. The eye
seems gentle, wise, and somewhat bemused.
"Ahhhh," She says, "How pinteresting you should ask. Pinteresting and
pinsightful. It seems I rescued you from those pfrightful peight-bit
Pailens not a pmoment too psoon."
"You psee, the psilent
'P' is how we have been able to psurvive these many pcenturies while you
phumans thought we were… pextinct. Yes, phiding and pwaiting in the
psilence of the psilent "P". Pprotecting our psecrets against the day we
would be pcalled upon to psave the pworld from Palien Pinvasion!"
Her voice is getting quieter and quieter, harder to hear, and small
wonder as she herself is shrinking! Is this some dastardly Alien shrink
ray, depriving you of an ally in your hours of need?
Nothing so complicated really. She not getting smaller, just further
away, as she has been since the instant she uttered her first word.
"Damn!" you think. "Why couldn't she have carried me in her talons
instead of her beak? I wonder how the close the ground is?"
