The Flying Castle is the living embodiment of the group psychosis commonly known as the Undead Thread. A compendious collection of evidence has been linked and filed for examination in my "about page".
The matter of the plesiosaurs is a good example. Some years ago on the thread, the Thanksgiving Holidays were nearing, and it was decided that we should have a large beast to roast.
Accordingly, we borrowed a time machine and selected a nice specimen of plesiosaur, leaving the arrangements for developing the cooking pit and other necessities to others.
Our lack of coordination in this effort led to the realization that insufficient time remained for the cooking process. Additionally, the expected reaction of the ladies in our group to want to dive in and begin cooking for everyone transmogrified to an "Aw! Isn't it cute!" phenomenon instead.
Not knowing what else to do with it, we dumped the critter in the moat, which circles the Castle, and it has been swimming there ever since.
Worse luck, when we settled into Loch Ness, having dropped into the vicinity to put in a supply of beer, we had an unexpected visitor, and our innocent plesiosaur ended up pregnant.
So now we have a mother plesiosaur and four hungry juveniles to feed from the tilapia tanks, and they put a lot of pressure on the fisheries. Still, every castle should have a signature pet, I suppose.
Of course, Thanksgiving is coming up again. Maybe if we start our preparations early enough ...
well, thanks for clearing THAT up for me!