When Sam was born the sky sent a single glowing sunray through the canopy of the dark green fan palm forest where Sam's dad had built a comfortable soft bed of old, rustling leaves. And although his dad had taught him quickly not to dwell on the past, even five years later, Sam remembered fondly his first few months on this planet. The softness of his father's feathers, the smell of the upcoming rain season and the abundance of foot. Five years later, Sam was struggling. The last time he tried to cross the boundaries of his territory he landed on a road, a concrete construct, extremely uncomfortable to walk on, with fast cars, that came and went by noiselessly and always frightened him to death. So, he retreated back into his forest. When his dad was still around, he had inquired about the pigs and only found desperate silence as a response. Now there were even more of them. Sam understood as much that they didn't belong here. They were not part of this ecosystem. A disaster on four feet, they ruined the sensible forest floor, dirtied the clean creek waters and ate all the food. The same colourful fruit and delicious berries, dropped from the gigantic trees, used to turn the ground into a vast banquet, that only needed picking. Now he was hungry. Not only the pigs were competing with him but also this dry season it had rained a lot and the trees had gotten confused. Many hadn't produced any fruit at all and Sam was wandering kilometres before finding anything edible. Of course, he knew where there was always something to eat. Next to where the humans lived, there seemed to be a magical place, just a few meters in diameter, right next to a narrow creek, where all kinds of food seemed to appear out of nowhere at least once a day. The scraps didn't look like anything Sam's dad would have ever seen in his life, but Sam grew desperate enough one day and tried the colourful mesh. His tongue tempted him instantly to continue and luckily also his stomach gave him permission over the course of the day to repeat the activity. But he remained suspicious. The closeness to the humans made him nervous and he wasn't the only hungry one to be attracted to the magic food pile. Sometimes the humans would come close and just watch him while he was eating. They seemed harmless enough and Sam couldn't care less, unless they brought their four-legged friend, a beautiful but smug creature, that although quite dull was also stronger than Sam. He didn't take a chance. Ever. His strong legs transported him to safety within seconds, blending into the thick jungle. Then one day the dog was gone. Sam knew and his curiosity took over. He started walking further into the humans' territory. There were large wooden constructs, topped with green plastic, where they seemed to hide during the night. On the gravel-filled paths, that were easier to walk on than the jungle thicket, he sometimes met them running around. He wondered why they were always in such a hurry. They stopped and pointed at him and made strange whispered sounds to each other, 'Cassowary, come look!'. Some grappled onto colourful items that looked like food. They even presented them to him as soon as he walked towards them excitedly, but the disappointment was always painful when he realized that they were tasteless and inedible. How the humans managed to eat them was beyond his understanding. Every further day of the dog's absence, Sam discovered more of this strange place. Regularly, he found delicious banana peels and half-eaten apples between the bushes right next to the path. Happy but irritated he wondered why the humans had just left them there.