In the 1960’s, there were 70,000 of these birds on the island of Guam.
Today, they are extinct and can only be seen in zoos.
Stalking the dark-stormed land, he wonders if he truly is the last.
The war had been vicious. Much had been lost. He had lost his family. He had lost his friends. He had lost his very home.
But had he lost everything? Were there none like him? Was he to eke out the remainder of his days as the last shining remnant of a forgotten world?
He didn’t know. All he could do was what he had done, traveling, looking for hope. Hope that the next century would not draw to a close as last had … leaving him forever alone and lost in a corrupt and corrupting land.
And so, for one more day, he walked.
At some point in history, the following conversation must have occurred:
“So let’s see here, we’ve already got the vampire bat, vampire finch, vampire squirrel, vampire moth, vampire squid, vampire flying frogs, and Dracula ants. What should we call this critter?”
“How about ‘tufted deer’?”
“Yeah, that sounds ’bout right.”
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“How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore … Go on and on … Grow into more of a phenomenon?”
“Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother … Be seated at the right hand of the father”
“Washington hires Hamilton right on sight
But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write
Now Hamilton’s skill with a quill is undeniable
But what do we have in common?”
“We’re reliable with the … Ladies!”
“There are so many to deflower”
“Ladies … Looks … Proximity to power”
“Ladies … They delighted and distracted him
Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him”
(Though, to be fair, Alexander Hamilton was not actually a leucistic peacock.)