Bang bang, thump thump, bang bang, thump! The drum-like sound filled the entire recreation room. An older teenage boy with short red hair was banging out a drumbeat with his noggin against the wall. I must admit the beat was very danceable. My feet started to move to its groove.

Ditzy said, “That's Head Banger Henry. He does that all the time. He never stops.”

He was having a blasty blast, and that's what being a Dodo is all about. So I waddled over next to him and started banging my fat head against the wall even harder and faster. Soon all the patients came over and urged us on. We were the head-banging dimwit hits of the hospital. Everyone was partying while singing and dancing to our outrageous contagious beats.

Henry was really good, but he was also a sneaky little devil. He tried to fool me by changing rhythm. He went from the African Potato Flower Power Dance to the American Indian Popcorn Beat. Then he switched to the Hip-Hop Hippity Hopscotch Boogie a nd threw in the Jerusalem Israeli Soufflé Shuffle . He finally tried the Grasshopper Eye Popper Rocker Stopper , but I threw him off balance by ending with my favorite dance— the Dodo Brainless Twist Feast.

Head BangerHenry had a headache the size of an elephant, but I could have gone on forever, cuz Dodos don't feel any pain or get headaches. They don't know any better I guess. All this time, we never said a word to each other. We were professional head bangers and useless words were unnecessary.

Because we weren't quite satisfied, we carried it a step further by banging our heads together like two raging rams. Now that was using our numbskulls, wasn't it? We did it because we were getting too smart for our own good. We just wanted to kill a few brain cells that were weighing us down.