In the beginning, there was an island. Green and whole and wild, untouched by hunger or fear. And on that island lived a bird?plump and grey, with wings that had forgotten how to fly, and eyes that held no fear because she had never learned what fear was for.

Then the ships came.

The men called her dodo?fool, sluggard. They laughed as they killed her. They killed more than they could eat, because that is the way of men when they discover abundance. They brought pigs and rats and hunger, and they unmade a world that had been whole for ten million years.

THE LAST DODO is a dark fairy tale about extinction. About trust and betrayal. About the silence that falls when a story ten million years old ends forever.

She was not stupid. She was a miracle.

And we destroyed her.