That is actually pretty much what happened.
The language they speak in Madagascar is a Polynesian language. Polynesia is north of Australia. Apparently the people in mainland Africa had not come to sail far enough to the sea in order to notice there’s a big-ass island to inhabit. Then they got visitors going “hi, wanna join us on our new place?”
Since nobody knows how the Madagascarians came there, the arrow is drawn the way it is.
Yeah.
Impossible conveying a message of sarcasm if people cannot hear my voice.
That’s why there’s no sarcasm in the Internet.
This might be about the languages where the only “numbers” they have are “zero”, “one”, “a few” and “many”.
If a conversation was held in English, then for the speaker “two” and “four” are synonyms.
That’s sad to hear. And maybe something I could have figured out. But didn’t.
In a small town I’d assume you’d just walk, though. Depending on how you define “small town”, of course! Or alternatively, take a taxi of some kind. Or have your friends ferry you around?
Where is it not frowned up? (Okay, France, Spain, Portugal, Italy and all of Balkans. But otherwise?)
Or, at least they don’t declare it loudly.
Pterodactyls were long gone at that point, though!
(Something related to triceratops was probably still around, but not the kind depicted here.)