This is not a true story but an idea I had.
New Zealand at the beginning of the 14 century on the high mountains of the southern island in a isolated spot lives the last moa named Wiremu on Earth. there were once several species of moas on the northern and southern islands, one of the most unique one was the Giant Moa they were the biggest bird that ever lived, but the last moa is a small subspecies call the Upland moa he was over Thirty years and was depressed, he has not seen another moa in ten years he traveled far and wide in his territory (which was the whole mountain) the only evidence he found was tracks that look pretty new this gave him hope to fined another individual and possibly a mate. the first time he saw another moa was at his nest he still remember that day, Thirty ago in the past his eyes start to adjust and he see his mother around him was a lot of moas everywhere as far as his new eyes can see, as he takes his first steps he encounters another moa chick, Anahera she was just three days older then him and they became friends on site, over the past two years they go in the forest and play tag and hide and seek he always finds her under a tree they love to hang out to gather, as they play the other birds always watch them like the flightless goose they uselessly pass by or bump in to, they always get mad but sometimes the just ignore, one of there other resident are South Island adzebill and kiwis only one of them are left. by the time he was fifteen his first mate was his old friend Anahera as they begin to build a nest he trips and falls, she begins to laugh along side with three Laughing owls (or whēkau) he began to laugh too, once they have mated that afternoon they will what till she begins to lay here egg, but suddenly at there left they see another moa being taken down by weird featherless birds with no beak and dragged it away, they then went back at there own business at whating for the egg, but as he didn't relies that this was a sign to his future. Ten years later he wakes up to see that his love never return for the past years he see less moas and other big birds every day more eggs keep disappearing every time his mate was looking for more grass to put on the nest when out of nowhere she never came back he looks for her for years along fore the search of other moas. back to the present he still following the tracks that he found the closer he looks the more he realizes that these are his tracks, he stops and stared at nothing his face made a depressed look and gived up he then went to his hilltop. his love Anahera is now gone he will never see her and the other moas again, there favorite forest is no more just burnd ashes and dead corps of birds that perish during the fire last year, there field where he lives is overgrown, as he eats he makes little impact on the greens and begins to remembers the old times on the mountain where moas young and old played and relaxed, the time he met Anahera and the time they sleep & ate together, but all thats gone the future for moas holds nothing, he began to sleep on the eapty hill for one last time. Its the 21 century and a man how was hiking on the path to town he found a odd looking rock sticking out on the ground, as he investigate it he realizes its a fossil bone of a leg. As he takes it to a near by museum he gave it to a scientist who inspects it and realize its a moa bone, later after they call a digging team to get a look at the site they found a whole skeleton, once they display it in the museum they named it Wiremu which is Maori for William after the founder of the bone.
Thanks for reading this this is just a story I route
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