Journal Journal: The Origin of Species
The Great Dubhugu (Hail His Name) collapsed in the couch, gulped beer and called His Grandson, The Great Creator of Species. "There are problems at my hunting grounds, Kfilifihi. Thou shall ynvestigate."
His Father's wish was His duty. "One day it will change. It shall be me opening this story and creating the species." And so he went.
We leave TGD(HHN) until the next gulp of beer. The sun was setting down, casting invisible shadows of the animals-to-be and the plants-to-be. "So be it. Fkdbhgxz, come here." He caled His dentist. "Go create those species. All of them." He handed him te list. "But do it in such a way, that the Darwinists would never know."
And so he went and created the species. And the Darwinists did never know.