The Penguins were wandering in the wild forest looking for a door that would open to a new world where, hopefully, the lost ice-cap would be in hiding. They were quite exhausted and depressed, finding it very difficult to communicate with other beings that persisted in declining to use the new language they had created. Caymans were unhelpful and insects amazed by their nicely polished layers of black and white feathers. Eventually, one of the penguins stated that doors being yellows, as everyone was aware of, it would be easier to look for this colour in the first instance. The Penguins regained a bit of their lost enthusiasm and feverishly sought anything related to this particular colour.

The Penguins were looking for a door which would enable them to move from one world to the other and let them have a glimpse of an altogether foreign environment where the ice-cap was presumably hiding. They talked to every single tree around them asking them where they could find such an item but got no reply a fact which they later attributed to the reluctance of the vegetation to refer to an object made of their own bowels. Accordingly, they turned to fellow animals but it was hard for them to understand what a door exactly was. Given the somewhat delicate task of translating their thinking to the parrots’, crocodiles’, anteaters’ or snakes’ languages, the Penguins decided to invent a universal language which would be made of Penguins’ orthography, reptiles’ grammar and mammals’ misunderstanding. However, while doing so they soon forgot that they were looking for a door, which became quite a problem when they faced a heavy and slightly disturbed caiman looking into their eyes with quite an intrusive stare. At one stage in the running that followed they came to realize that life was quite a problematic and complicated set of equations.

Still on the subject of the missing ice-cap, the Penguins who were lost in a rainforest far away from home felt that it might be hiding under tons of trees, rivers and leaves and other green stuff. In the circumstances, there was no real hope for them to find it unless they could get some inside information. “However”, thought the Penguins, “how can we get inside information when everyone around us is considering us as outsiders? By definition, an outsider cannot pretend to be an insider unless it moves from ‘out’ to ‘in’ and since we don’t have a clue how to get from here to there we should as well go back home unless we find the door that separate the in from the out, the yin from the yang, the green tea from the dark coffee, the feather from the hair, and the silent monkey from the talkative tree”. From that moment, their quest became a new one: finding a door in the rainforest.