Wilson visibly blanched!
'My name is Pterry, and you are my Mummy!' the creature announced.
Wilson snorted derisorily: 'Pterry the Pterodactyl? That's a bit of a cliché, isn't it?'
Antony the Anteater coughed and gave Wilson a very hard stare.
W shrugged. 'Hmm. Pterry it is, then!'
Wilson then patiently explained to Pterry that he is not his 'Mummy' but in fact the proprietor of the Museum inside which he has been born.
Pterry absorbed this information, nodding gravely at each statement.
W then told Pterry could stay, so long as he agrees to put on 'a bit of a show' for museum visitors.
'You know the sort of thing: flap your wings about, growl a bit, look adorable… but threatening – do you understand?'
Pterry nodded, 'Okay, Mummy!'
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