The Penguins that had become macaws were flying in all directions. They enjoyed the specific smell of freedom and the colours that were shining from every single feather they were dressed in. The shadows that were moving slowly and painfully far below were not a danger anymore. Exhilarating from such a feeling of happiness and relief, they pondered their own situation and decided to abandon the land which they had wrongfully considered theirs. They resolved to go back to their snowy and icy home with tremor in their kind souls.


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