The penguins that had become macaws were extremely worried. After hours of flying above a sea which should have been of ice, they were still not able to discern any ice-pack. They came to the inadequate conclusion that the richness and brightness of their colours were triggering the instantaneous melting down of the ice cap. They thought that they faced a hideous choice of either going back to the land of sinister shadows or staying in this wonderful place to the risk of generating a disaster. They decided to fly in circles and sing the song of their lost souls while trying to find a way out…

Votre commentaire

Entrez vos coordonnées ci-dessous ou cliquez sur une icône pour vous connecter:


Vous commentez à l’aide de votre compte Déconnexion /  Changer )

Image Twitter

Vous commentez à l’aide de votre compte Twitter. Déconnexion /  Changer )

Photo Facebook

Vous commentez à l’aide de votre compte Facebook. Déconnexion /  Changer )

Connexion à %s