The whale shark feels the need to explain what happened to the dodo.
Yeah, I remember a story my oldies used to say… about extinction and stuff like that. That you chaps are gonna be as cross as a frog in a sock, like you are gonna be mad or something when you read this.
This happened kinda long time ago, maybe 1600s or sumthin like that. A big, fat bird like a pigeon or sumthin that kinda walked funny and couldn’t fly. This bird was a real dill, a dumbo, a bewakoof, you know what I mean… like, he didn’t know how bad man is, so, he didn’t run away as fast as his fat, stubby yellow legs could carry’um. So, when the first sailors landed on his island of Mauritius, like he thinks man, dogs, rats and whatever, are his cobbers. Fool, eh? The hungry sailors sort of catch this dodo… ah ha, that is his name, plucked off his grey feathers and cooked him — all three feet and 25 kg of ‘m — for dinner or something. Those greedy dogs hogged all dodo eggs… so in a hundred years, this chap has gone the dodo way… I mean, like he has gone forever.
Hey, mates! You guys are kind of right, you know — tons of different thingies are popping off… like I swim thousands of Ks every year. No khabar about some plants and animals. Myself and my relies rack off the Ningloo Reef in Western Aussieland. Then we sort of linger off the coast of the dragon’s land… what a beaut that Komodo National Park is. . . largest protected place by UNESCO or something like that. I kind of like this place — it has coral reefs, many thousands of fishes, sea grasses like they are green and with thin leaves and flowers and stuff like that. Then there is this sea cow — his name is dugong, dingdong or something like that — like he looks like umm, something ugly, like no hind limbs, paddle-like arms, fat tail and funny nose and guess what he eats? Sea grasses — he is a veggie! And then… in that nearly 2000 sq. km island ‘n sea park, there are seamounts or mountains on the sea floor — they are sort of fun to go around. Take away that dragon and that chattering cockie cockatoo — this place will be a bloody beaut.
Then off to Porbandar in Gujarat like to back of Bourke to have our bachaas!
Take care — and don’t go the dodo way — okay mates?
Reply from Aristotle
You living, inarticulate dodo, his name is not dingdong but dugong — get it? — dugong.
I do not think the dodo is dead for ever. I see him living in many species of cut-chewers. Get it?