There's the dodo skeleton folder.

'Of course,' the Dodo replied very gravely.

I wasn't thinking about a dodo skeleton

And I talk about the dodo, and how the dodo became extinct, and then I talk about Spinoza.

I finished, painted, mounted my own dodo skeleton.

He put a dodo leg bones on a scanner with a ruler.

At last the Dodo said, 'EVERYBODY has won, and all must have prizes.'

'Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly. 'Hand it over here,' said the Dodo.

No dice no dodo skeleton for me. But the damage had been done.

So what I did was, again, like I did with the dodo skull,

'Why,' said the Dodo, 'the best way to explain it is to do it.'

And I thought to myself, wouldn't it be great if I had my own dodo skeleton?

And over a few hours, I eventually achieved what was actually a pretty reasonable dodo skull.

As the last dodo was dying, Spinoza was looking for a rational explanation for everything, called eudaemonia.

See, while museums all over the world have dodo skeletons in their collection, nobody not even the actual Natural History Museum on the island of Mauritius has a skeleton that's made from the bones of a single dodo.

And I looked down at this Sculpey, and I thought, maybe, yeah, maybe I could make my own dodo skull.

You can see that I even made a museum label for it that includes a brief history of the dodo.

Dodo suddenly called out 'The race is over!' and they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, 'But who has won?'

(And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

Everyone was very excited about this archaeological find, because it meant that they might finally be able to assemble a single dodo skeleton.

'In that case,' said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, 'I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies '

However, I felt like I had looked at enough photos of dodo skulls to actually be able to understand the topology and perhaps replicate it

'What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone, 'was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus race.'

About four years ago, the New Yorker published an article about a cache of dodo bones that was found in a pit on the island of Mauritius.

'Why, SHE, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused way, 'Prizes!

I had saved a few hundred photos of dodo skeletons into my Creative Projects folder it's a repository for my brain, everything that I could possibly be interested in.

Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly presented the thimble, saying 'We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble' and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.

'What IS a Caucus race?' said Alice not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that SOMEBODY ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.

Now, the island of Mauritius is a small island off the east coast of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, and it is the place where the dodo bird was discovered and extinguished, all within about 150 years.

It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it there were a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures.

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence.

The fact is, is that the British Museum had a complete specimen of a dodo in their collection up until the 18th century it was actually mummified, skin and all but in a fit of space saving zeal, they actually cut off the head and they cut off the feet and they burned the rest in a bonfire.