A PENGUINS COAT, IS WHITE AND BLACK. LOVES TO SLIDE DOWN, ON HIS BACK. LIKE ALL THEIR OTHER, ICY FRIENDS. THEY HUDDLE TOGETHER, TO WARM THEIR ENDS. THEY LOOK SO CALM, BUT COULD BE MEAN. YET ALWAYS CHATTERING, TO THE EXTREME. ALL OF THE PENGUINS, ARE SHORT AND FAT. IS THAT YOUR MOM? OR IS THAT YOUR DAD? WE CAN'T HELP, BUT LOVE THESE BIRDS. CAUSE THEY CAN'T FLY, BUT CAN BE HEARD.
Reason for writing:
Aother of my favorites.
Birth sign: Not entered
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