Concerning Penguins

Many ages ago My sister mentioned the Polar Bear oppression of Penguins and the plight of the Paraguayan sloths. Considering at the time the rise in popularity of the creature I decided that the world was ready to hear this harrowing tail.

Unfortunately due to the rigors of Graduate school the story was never finished. I intend to repent of my sloth(no pun intended) and resume my writing.


Polar opposites (a working title)
The young penguins played in the waning sun light. Soon the summer would be over and all the penguins would begin their yearly march back to the ocean for the dark cold winter. Things had been good these past few years. Little did these harmless flightless birds know that this would be the darkest winter in penguin history.


The great chronicles of the penguin nation are in fact the second longest in existence. The longest being the cockroach histories that was began when the penguin’s ancestors were still soaring above their private continent on which they had a very nice tropical resort.
The penguin chronicles were began by a rather large penguin by the name of Lizsmellslikeoranatangmoles. His friends just called him Lizsmells for short. As the legend goes as Lizsmellslikeoranatangmoles was sitting on the egg of his fourth child near a smooth ice cliff. Not having anything to do he took a rock and scratched these words,”weather cold, wife laid egg, sat on egg till hatched, went and ate fish.” This being about all that penguins do each subsequent entry is a ditto mark.
All the other penguins thought this was such a great thing to do that they made him emperor. Not wanting to leave any of his posterity out Emperor Lizsmellslikeoranatangmoles declared that all of his posterity would be co-emperors. This was fine because the stated principles of the empire was every penguin has the inalienable right to eat fish and lay and hatch eggs. This being what penguins do best, no decision or organization was needed; so the thousands of the emperors decedents really couldn’t botch things up like they’d seen countless times in dodos, armadillos and (my person favorite example) humans.
This was the summer the Year of emperor Lizsmellslikeoranatangmoles (y.e.l.) 10365. Not that any of the penguins new that; they were busy eating fish and complaining about the way the youngin’s slid on there stomachs these days and the best types of snow to sit on while hatching an egg.
Half a world away the polar bears plotted. Soon their summer would begin. Each year they must leave the ice that would melt away. And to make thing worse the stupid humans and their stupid cars had made the ice melt more and more each year. Soon they feared the ice would melt completely. For millennia they had looked with envy at the southern most continent. With rock far below the ice the penguins were not the mercy of the unpredictable sea ice.
Soon they would be free from their melting prison and soon they would be rulers of the south.