The penguins that had become macaws were flying back to their dear Northern Pole with great expectation and exaltation. They were looking forward to the tender nature of a world without threatening shadows. All the colours on their feathers were not enough to repress the sense of joy which was bursting into smiles in their ingenuous souls. Life seemed great with one tiny little issue which was beginning to bother them slightly, namely where was their ice pack? They were facing some difficulties in finding their way in what appeared to be unchartered territory.
The penguins that had become macaws were flying back to their dear Northern Pole with great expectation and exaltation. They were looking forward to the tender nature of a world without threatening shadows. All the colours on their feathers were not enough to repress the sense of joy which was bursting into smiles in their ingenuous souls. Life seemed great with one tiny little issue which was beginning to bother them slightly, namely where was their ice pack? They were facing some difficulties in finding their way in what appeared to be unchartered territory.