This is an important part of history, however never documented jet, but we all have to know what happened on that dark winter night in 1616 on the beach of Mauritius.

The tribe was flocking together, some mothers were complaining as they had to leave their egg unattended. When most of the members where gathered on the beach the matriarch stepped up on a rock and started the tribal song.

After some time the tribe silenced, united as they where they felt the common bonding. Soon the greatgrandmother took the other grandmothers appart to discuss some serious matters.
The other tribes were all collected and moved away by the beakless bipedals. As they had noticed over the rains more and more forest had vanished to make place for some kind of grass. The chicks were often orphaned as they hatched while the mother was not there and traces of the oinking animals were found on the nesting ground. Only two chicks of the last rain were present at the gathering.

'I blame it on the Beabis' said the matriarch, 'These Beakless Bipedals are ruining our home, they send out their quadpeds to steel our chicks and they leave none of the fruits for us.' The other grandmothers agreed and reacted a bit eggitated. 'What can we do about it?' some of them asked. After some thinking the matriarch started talkig again, 'We will have to sail away and start a new colony in the land of make believe.'

The man were ordered to chop down some big trees, while the mothers without chicks had to collect long grass. After a while the trees were down and they started to remove the branches with their sharp hooked beaks. Later the mothers came with the long strands of grass weaving the stems to eachother like building a gigantic nest. In just a couple of hours they managed to build a raft big enough to support the whole colony.

And they set sail. Using their tiny wings as sails they took off to the unknown.