It was a dark and stormy night when I first encountered the pterodactyl. I had been hiking through the desert for hours, searching for the fabled
Lost Rolls of Doom, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my behind.
It was a pterodactyl bite! I tried to shake it off, but its grip was like a vice. I managed to break free after a few minutes of intense struggle, but not before it had bitten off a chunk of my
appendage.
I limped back to civilization, determined to tell the tale of my pterodactyl encounter. But little did I know, my
heroic scream would become the stuff of legend.