Weird Hopper. That's what they called the thing, but it had no tail like hoppers, nor long ears, nor a pouch. Its arms and legs were different and its head was big and swollen, almost like a person's, without the beak. It had cracked like an egg when Big Crest had stomped it with an obsidian hammer clenched in his toes.
"It was smart, too," said Big Crest's friend. "it came to the beach on this strange, floating tree trunk. I wonder if there are more like it?"
"Then we'll kill them too!" roared Big Crest. "The warriors of Red Island are strong and numerous. We have stones, spears, knives. We burn things. Let all Weird Hoppers come, we'll grind them all into feather-paint and lizard feed!"