Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the scrap yard.
I was enticed to writing this piece after a sly comment from
Tommy on x-fire the other day (I'm also profoundly bored at work).
The history of the Dodo
Once upon a time, on a island far, far away from you (most likely anyways), called Mauritius, there lived a bird called the "Dodo". The Dodo's were a strange bird about the size of a turkey, and with relations to the pigeon. For many millions of years this bird lived in peace on Mauritius, doing what birds usually do when theres nobody around. It had no predators in it's natural habitat, so over the course of many, many years it got to lazy to fly anymore, and was able to keep holding swinger parties and kicking it in the warm weather without a care in world.
Then one day in the mid 16th century, a big ship anchors up on the shores of Mauritius. This was a group of starved sailors, looking for a quick snack to keep them going for another week or so. They quickly noticed the turkey-like Dodo swinging amongst the palm trees. As for prey, the Dodo's made beautiful subjects. The lack of predators had completely stripped them from the ability to recognize threat; this meant that when the sailors walked up to one and captured it, rather than running like normal animals do, the other Dodo's came running to see what was up.
The word quickly spread amongst other sailors that Mauritius really was the fast-food drive-in of the 16th century, and the ships came in with increased frequency. This put an inevitable stop to the Dodo's swingers parties and by the end of the 16th century, the Dodo was with 95% certainty extinct.
So, for the grand finale I'll leave you with this simple question; How do you feel when we extinct something that only needed our absence to survive?
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