Disjointed Dodos

The Dodos were never extinct, they just went crazy. Climbed into the hills and hid, in solitary self-confinement. Slowly, their reflections in pools of rain started to change. Their cave drawings became more and more abstract. They debated with themselves over the merits of evolution and the possible ramifications of global warming. Their brains had grown three sizes along with their heads. Fingers had developed on the ends of their flightless wings. They came down off the mountain, took up instruments, and have an album dropping on Frenchkiss this Tuesday. Darwin triumphs again.

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