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Can I bring my Pterodactyl to school, Ms. Johnson?
Can I? PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school and I was playing on
the monkey bars and Butch McGurgle climbed up
next to me and threatened to punch my lights
out if I didn't give him my dessert at lunch,
I wouldn't have to worry.
‘Cause my Pterodactyl would
be up there on top
of Franklin Elementary.
Watching.
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And he'd swoop
down. Fast. And grab
Butch McGurgle,
fly him high into
the sky, and drop him
kerplunk...right in
the middle of the
preschoolers' sandbox.
(My Pterodactyl would be
the BEST playground monitor.
Ever!) And Butch McGurgle would NEVER
ask for my dessert (or anyone else's) at lunch again.
Can I bring my Pterodactyl to school, Ms. Johnson?
Can I? PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school and our school band
was on the fifty-yard line during our homecoming game
playing our school song, “Franklin Elementary, We Love You,”
and it started to rain and our uniforms were beginning to get wet
and the tuba was filling up with water...
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...my Pterodactyl could spread his wings. Wide. And cover
us all. (My Pterodactyl would be the BIGGEST SUPER-SIZED
umbrella. Ever!) Then we could finish playing
all seven verses of “Franklin Elementary,
We Love You.”
Can I bring my Pterodactyl to school,
Ms. Johnson?
Can I?
PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school and there was a blizzard
and our classroom was freezing (even though Franklin
Elementary's furnace was working hard) and we were
all turning blue, with everyone's teeth chattering nonstop,
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my Pterodactyl could wrap his wings around us. All of us. Around you, too, Ms. Johnson. Then we'd be comfy warm.
(My Pterodactyl would be the COZIEST, SNUGGLIEST blanket. Ever!) And we would NEVER have to worry about freezing in a blizzard again.
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Can I bring my Pterodactyl to school, Ms. Johnson?
Can I?
PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school on Valentine's Day,
I wouldn't have to make a valentine for every kid in the class
like I have to do now every year. 'Cause I could just get
a long piece of white paper and print on it in red paint.
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And my Pterodactyl could
fly it over the playground.
(My Pterodactyl would be the
HIGHEST-FLYING
mail carrier. Ever!)
And all the kids in the
class could look up and read it.
It would be the most
AWESOME valentine in the world!
Can I bring my Pterodactyl to school, Ms. Johnson?
Can I? PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school, Mr. Rockbone,
our science teacher, wouldn't have to take us
on a field trip to the museum to study prehistoric animals
like he does now.
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'Cause my Pterodactyl would be Franklin Elementary's
very own Jurassic dinosaur exhibit. (My Pterodactyl
would be the most KID-FRIENDLY dinosaur. Ever!)
And my Pterodactyl wouldn't have signs on him saying
DO NOT TOUCH!
NO CLIMBING!
My Pterodactyl would like
being touched. And climbed on.
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school and our class won
the state spelling championship this spring, which we could,
maybe, we wouldn't have to drive in the school bus all
the way to Washington, D.C., for the finals.
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'Cause my Pterodactyl could fly us there.
(My Pterodactyl would make a terrific
FIRST-EVER FLYING school bus!)
Then you wouldn't have to
worry about any of us...
especially me...
turning green and
getting sick on
the school bus.
Can I bring my
Pterodactyl to school,
Ms. Johnson?
Can I?
PLEASE!?
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If I brought my Pterodactyl to school those last days of
the school year, right before summer vacation, when
our room gets really hot, sticky hot, and we get really smelly,
stinky smelly (especially after running on the playground),
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my Pterodactyl could flap his wings. Fast. And be a giant fan.
(My Pterodactyl would be the COOLEST fan. Ever!) And our room would get s-o-o-o-o COOL, we'd probably have to put on sweaters. Maybe even mittens, too.
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But Ms. Johnson, the most IMPORTANT reason for bringing
my Pterodactyl to school— the one that counts the MOST—
is that yesterday I got this letter from Unbelievable-But-True
Fantastic Science Fiction magazine saying I've won second
prize in their Win-a-Prehistoric-Animal contest.
And second prize is a Pterodactyl. I know my mom won't let
me keep a Pterodactyl in my room unless I'm there.
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Hey! Wait a sec...I read this letter wrong. I didn't win second prize. I won FIRST!
Oh!
WOW!!
AWESOME!!!
Can I bring my Woolly Mammoth to school, Ms. Johnson?
Can I? PLEASE!?
