I bet you're thinking why this creature is extinct. Is it the funky legs, ratty tail, tentacle/tail arms or the one wing or a fin that has the universe in it and in the case of a black hole in the finwing, it will consume the whole creature and poof it goes and vanishes. Extincts itself.
No. It's not that. It ruled the earth for 18 million years doing just fine on it's own and then came man and detached it's head from the rest of it's body and as you know, most creatures do not survive at all or not stay alive that long without a head and most do not know how to grow a new head, and as this creature was like that, the creature died. The man showed the head with it's many teeth to his friends and his friends needed to get their own and many creatures died and all the friends of those men had to have their own trophy and many more creatures died. And so on. For a head on the wall. For the questionable fame of "I killed an animal, not with my bare hands but with superior guns and hunting techniques".
Oh look! It's tail begins from it's finwing! I should fix that.
This extinct animal ate many things. And many other animals ate it. It was a predator but also prey. And when it vanished, was wiped out from the face of the earth, everything went wrong. The reign of cockroaches begun, deer multiplied uncontrollably and ate all the crops and sprouts and lions starved. Also hawks were almost extinct, pandemics roamed the earth, wells dried, crop were lost, flooding and also winter came. But it was warm. Four seasons became one and although in some continents it was just continuous slush and sleet season, in other continents that season was scorchio.
I failed to fix the place of the tail...
But man wanted a trophy. Man wanted it's fine feathers. Feathers that weren't warm at all but oh boy they were beautiful. No practicality there, just vanity. It's meat also was awful. Not meant for man. Did not taste good at all, but boy oh boy the head was a cool and funky addition on the wall of all the animals the man had killed.
Well, perhaps the tail attached to the creatures finwing just makes this creature all the more merrier.
Man moved his family to the creatures kingdom. To all the corners of the earth where the creature lived. No more proper lebensraum for the creature. Roads, fences, cars, airplanes, asphalt, factories, houses, cities, dams, pollution, noises. Nature was broken. The creature suffered.
Do not loot at it's but and tail. But, tail, finwing. I'm mentally kicking myself right now. To my but. Mental but.
Fishing hooks, nets, shotguns, explosives, traps, hunting dogs, night vision goggles, riffles, fire traps, electrical traps, nuclear bombs. Intentional and unintentional deadly force. Deadly for the creature.
This is the same picture as the first one because this is my favourite. Or...
When the creature was gone man still didn't get it. Man poisoned and hunted those animals that the creature had eaten and which used to eat the creature. The balance of nature was off but man thought that it would be fixable. Man could fix it. Man thinks man can do anything!
...then again it might be this one. If not thinking about the tail. Where it starts. Darn. Now I'm looking at the tail. Where it starts. From the finwing.
The childish man thought that it could do the same thing that creature did, help keep alive those predators that no longer had the extinct creature as a choice of food source and either died to malnutrition or started eating other animals which screwed the balance even more. Man thought that it could control the amount of cockroaches, rats and other animals and insects that the creature no longer ate as it was dead, pests and vermin that were harmful to man. Man thought that insecticides, pesticide and poison would be a solution but man was dumb. Man did't think ahead. Man didn't think. Man didn't see how much more all the poison in the nature killed. And how the poison in the end, would come back to man. Be in the food, be on the walls. Poison trophy on the wall of things man has killed. Man was proud.
This background may be too much. Too much noise perhaps.
Man couldn't match the creatures awesomely funky legs, ratty tail, tentacletail arms and the finwing that had the universe in it. Not to mention it's sharp teeth and the precision that it had when hunting vermin. Eating just the pests, not harming the nature around it.
Now you can see the creature better! But darn that tail starting from the finwing and not from it's but. This would have been sooooo easy to fix but nooooo.
The creature was lost. It's place on the food chain, it's place in the nature. It's beautiful song in the mornings when it announced everyone that it had woken up and done it's morning routines that included a little bit of caffeine and lots of pooping. No more natures own fertilizer to the fields where man grew food to animals man eats. No more super awesome poop of that extinct creature.
Gone.
Dead.
Deceased.
No more.
Extinct.
The existence of this creature is shear pain. It can't fly or swim, it has a transparent skin, easteregg hump and another bowel hump that, to it's predators, smells so irresistible good that it's in constant danger. It crawls through the sharp stones that it lives in and tries to scream but can't because this guy has a hand in its throat.
The other version of the same species was this creature, also extinct, head looks the same as the finwing creature above but has the obvious difference that this one has one more tooth.
This one was extinct because of its life was paradox within a paradox within a paradox.
It's Facebook status (about everything: life, death, relationships, friends, family, what movies it liked and so on) was: "It's complicated".
This one has humpbuts. I mean humps that are buts. Buthumps. Yeah, it doesn't sound any better. You should know that I use no brain when I write things. So this text is a no-brainer. Oh gosh I'm funny. So funny that I could die. Be extinct even.
