Penguins were tired of looking for colours without finding them. They had approached every single soul in the Newpenguinsland but none was able to understand their question and when they replied the Penguins did not understand them. They had met trees that did not want to be trees, flowers that pretended to be cars, fireflies that presumed they were monkeys, lamps that considered they were fish, and they had become exhausted with such claims. They did not know what had to be done to find colours and became even more puzzled when they realized that they did not know what colours were all about. Eventually, they wanted to sing the song of penguins but there again noted that they did not remember it. To be frank, they were quite sad.


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