Amidst the soapy and tentacled waters of the Indian Ocean, a peacful society of Dodos find themselves caught in the consuming hunger of a monster named Otto. A very beautiful, surreal story tale by a group of self-taught artists in Cape Town, South Africa. A self-financed project, the short took nine months to create. Calling themselves the Black heart Gang is Ree Treweek (illustration), Markus Smit (music), and Jannes Hendrikz (graphics compositor). For those who will find it hard to follow the words being sung, I'm including the lyrics.

The Tale Of How Deep in the Indian Ocean, all scary and black, Is an old octopus with a tree in his back And inside from this tree, the Piranhas appear They sing soothing songs that are kind and sincere They’re not at all stupid, they’re not very bright, They’re never quite wrong and they’re never quite right They’re never asleep, they’re never awake, They all dress like weirdoes, make no mistake. They’re frightfully happy, except when they’re dead See, Otto the monster needs to get fed! A tentacle from nowhere to give a fright, To steal piranhas, a thief in the night. They sing soothing songs, but he never hears The shells and the kelp that have grown in his ears Otto is deaf, Otto means hate, Otto means death to the Dodos he’s ate. The future is red, said Crown-for-a-head, They have to migrate or they’d soon all be dead! They'd have to leave home, to swim all right Or the water'd be red on that terrible day Otto that monster, how hideous the slaughter He plucked like fruit from the inky, black water. There were not many left, but a handful, a few One of them had a vision and knew what to do. Fill paper with ink and wattles with paper And an ocean of bottles, and sing for their saviour But no one came, they were sad, and alone. They seemed to be stranded on this doomed Household The quite, raw ocean of terror and typhoons The faraway voices that sing to the moon The treacherous house, many more disappeared To the visit of a mouse named Eddy the Engineer Here, from the West, on a bunch of bananas, He puffed out his chest, and addressed the Piranhas “You dear Piranhas, does Otto want to eat you? My name is Eddy and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “I’ve read all your letters, I know all the wrongs Caused by Otto the monster, who is deaf to your songs. I’ll give you my oath, I’ll do what I can, I’ll need Palm Trees and silver, to start my plan”. Using huge sticky pots, cutting palms at their stems, They built a great structure, resembling them. The brought out a net when they sang lullabies They caught all these songs and then placed them inside They sneaked to the shore, set it free to the tides They all hid in trees, to watch and to hide Now Otto is stalking the palm-scented snack He took the bait, he fell into the trap The then disappeared with a growl and a snap Otto first yawned, and then took a nap So the Island is sleeping, and still is today Eddy had done for our friends far away They loaded their ship with their mother the tree The wind in their sails and the wide, open seas