As I approached he smiled broadly, and with a wave of his hand called my attention to the previous day's bag.

It covered a ten-acre lot.
"There isn't sawdust enough in creation to stuff half of these beasts," he remarked proudly.

"I hardly know what I shall do about that." "Better bury them in the mud," I suggested, "and let them petrify." He seemed pleased with the idea, and later put it into operation.
"Fossils are not so susceptible to moths," he observed as he gave orders for their immersion in a Triassic mud-puddle of huge proportions.

"That was a good idea of yours, Methuselah." "I have a better one than that," I returned, seeing at last an opening for my strategic movement.

"Why should a man of Your Majesty's prowess waste his time on such insignificant creatures as these, when the whole country is ringing with complaints of an animal a thousand times as large, and that no one hereabouts has ever dared attempt to pursue ?" He was on the alert instantly.
"What animal do you refer to ?" he demanded, his interest becoming so deep that he put four pairs of eyeglasses upon his royal nose, so that he could see me better.
"It belongs to the family of Rodents," I replied.