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…


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