How Fred Flintstone Got Home, Got Wild, And Got A Stone Age Life -- Larry Doyle
as it appears in the May 15, 2006 edition of The New YorkerA screeching comes across the sky. Stately, plump Fred Flintstone stood upon the 'saur's head, bearing a boulder of granite, on which a bird perched, its eyes crossed. An orange dressing gown, ungirdled, was
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