
Dodo the beast,
You are its feast,
Dont try to tame,
You'll miss next game,
For you will be dead,
Lying in red,
If you succeed,
You've done a deed,
A companian for life,
He'll kill them with a knife,
Make sure nobody is around,
For they will make an awfull sound,
Bleeding to death,
Holding your meth,
Your dodo is now tame.
For war for pain.
You hold the feathers.
The beak, and the weather.
The weather is very bad.
As your dodo, the sad.
Dont come near Mr. Sad..
Or you will be ripped to shreds,
Unless you are the owner,
Then you are his meds.
IF IT SEE IT...RUN!!!!
I had just woken on a strange island to see this feathered creature staring at me. It had this puppy dog look in it's eyes as if asking me for help so I fed it a berry. That's when the gates of hell swung open and the devil sprung forth his army! They sprung forth from the nearby shrubs like a tidal wave. It was utter chaos: feathers were flying everywhere as if a tornado had ripped through a chicken farm. And the pecking! Oh god the pecking! Everything went black. When I woke again, I was laying next to a bloody mound of something resembling...a person? And sitting right next to it, was that same little bird quizzically staring at me. When it realized I was awake, it squawked and threw up it's wings. And then, an ungodly sound emanated from behind a nearby bush...