As I was skateboarding, a man came running up next to me. He was going somewhere important I suppose. “What's the hurry?” I asked.

He complained, “If I'm late for work just one more time, I'll get fired.” He informed me that he worked half a block down the hill, but that his car had broken down. Then he pointed to his chair and desk which could be seen through the window on the first floor where he worked.

Immediately, I knew what had to be done. Springing into goofball Superhero action, I put him on my skateboard, took aim, and pushed him as hard as I could down the hill. If I aimed it just right, he would be on time and keep his job. Soon, he was zippity zappity zooming down the hill and … BAM! He crashed right through the large window smashing it to smithereens. Broken glass was everywhere. Luckily, he survived. Even better than that, he flopped right into his chair ready for work as usual. Naturally, he was knocked out and a bloody mess from all the sharp jagged pieces of glass, but at least he was on time and didn't get fired.

After the police and ambulance arrived, I just stood there pretending as if I had nothing to do with it. Dodos never take credit for anything. That's against the Dodo Creed. Even though the police captain insisted on knowing and asked everyone, “Who's the imbecile of a moron that almost killed this man?” A few of the spectators pointed at me. But I held steadfast and true to the Dodo Creed. There were no two ways about it. I didn't need praise, and I sure wasn't going to shout it. So I kept on repeating to myself: Silence is Golden … Silence is Golden … Silence is Golden….