That's the title of a song by a Canadian group call Prairie Oyster, and for some reason I really like that song even though it's kinda country-ish.
The title also works well for my poor Pterodactyl soap. In the 3 years I've been doing craft fairs, the T-Rex soaps sell like popsicles on a summer's day the brontosaurus soaps holds their own, but none of the pterodactyl soaps have sold. A friend suggested I put the pterodactyl in amber, which I thought was a great idea!
Making the pterodactyl was the easy part. Trying to find a mould big enough to hold him was like Goldilocks going to the Three Bears' extended family's house: I tried mould after mould, but they were all too small for this giant creature.
So my wonderful readers, do you have any suggestions for me short of trimming his wings or trying to find a bigger mould? I could try and find a bigger mould, but that doesn't result in an immediate resolution and I'm very ADD.