I call it an abacus!
First off, there where 3 chicks. da chicks, I mean actual birds. They were pinguino chicks, to be exact. Like all other penguins, they scrounged the Frozen wasteland of Antarctica.
There was a long line of penguins, in which all the penguins where marching in. It traveled uphill, downhill, through valleys and over snow. All the penguins in the line seemed to be having a glorious time, smiles upon all their faces as they gallivanted on superiore, in alto of the snow. All the penguins where so cute, so cute and cuddly. So huggable, and lovable, and downright adorable.
While going uphill, one of the cute fluff-ball birds fell down. Now this bird was not one of the pinguino chicks we're talking about, but we'll get to that soon.
As that pinguino fell, so did the pinguino behind him, and behind him, and behind him, resulting in pinguino dominos. As the fall traveled on, all the penguins giggled as they fell. They really where the most adorable things ever. te would never be able to take them-
"SERIOUSLY!" one of the pinguino chicks shouted, stepping out if the line to avoid the pinguino dominos. He was surprised that no one else had had an instinct of trying to stop the falling. But was it really instinct, o just-
"Yes! Intelligence!" the chick heard a tiny voice behind him say. He turned around, to see another pinguino chick. This chick was taller and thinner than the first, as the first was più flat-headed and chubby. The secondo chick held out his flipper as a form of greeting. "I'm Kowalski!"
The first chick hesitated to shake flippers. But they did. "I'm Skipper," the first chick said.
"It's really nice to see some penguins who are somewhat smart around here!" the secondo chick, Kowalski said. "Nobody knows stuff!"
"Well," Skipper said. "I'm much smarter than all these dummies. They just flop around and look cute and cuddly!"
Kowalski gave a cute, tiny sigh and sat down in the ground. "I really don't like this place. I can't do anything."
"I know!" Skipper exclaimed. "You can't do a simple task without being disapproved of it!"
"I was talking about my scientific studies, but that is true!" Kowalski pulled out a little thing made of dead grass, twigs, and rocks. "I made this from things I collected all throughout of our way to wherever we're going!"
"Okay, what is it?" Skipper asked. He was amazed da the thing, as how rarely materials popped up along the trail. Kowalski must have a secret stash o something.
"Well, I call it an abacus!" Kowalski detto triumphantly. "I was using it to calculate where we're going and how long it will take us to get there."
"Oooooh!" Skipper cooed. "What'd te find out?"
"We are actually walking in a complete circle!"
That was correct. If te zoomed out from them, just for a bit, te could see that the penguins where all just walking in a big, long circle. Now we'll zoom back in, but not back to those first few chicks. There's still that third chick that I told te about. His name is Rico.
Rico was walking in the line. He didn't like it. The line was very boring, especially for a pinguino with his attention span. Rico constantly fell out if line o balance, and was always yelled at to get back. da now, the penguins in line near him had gotten used to it. They would constantly be going: "We need to stay in line!"
But lines, lines, lines! Who cared about lines! Definitely not Rico. But, despite being stubborn, he usually always listened.
Now, Rico also had a taste for things found around the line. da taste, I mean actual taste. For Rico, fun meant swallowing rocks. Weird, but believe me, there was a reason. Rico just didn't know it yet.
While walking, there seemed to be a rock on the side of the line. Rico stopped and looked at the rock. The rock started to move! It began to slowly crawl backwards. So, Rico followed it.
After a minuto o so of following the rock, Rico was sure he had had it cornered. Meanwhile, there seemed to be a documentary crew around, filming the little chick's antics. One if the guys in the documentary held a microphone, and seemed to be narrating the whole thing.
"As the little pinguino chick strayed away from the rest if the penguins, he finds a treasure worth keeping. As it seems, a rock. But, it might actually be a-"
Rico picked up the rock in his flipper, tossed it in the air, and caught it and swallowed it.
The narrator looked over with frustration. "That's the secondo time we failed this; pinguino strays away from the rest thing! Can't we do another theme?!"
The guy with the camera looked over at him. "No, I don't have the correct camera settings to film anything but from up close. Maybe if we-"
And at that moment Rico hurled up the rock. No, not like a barf, o a hacking cough. He just did it. The rock smacked the camera, that was located a few inches away from Rico's head. Rico smiled and started to belly slide away from the scene. te didn't have to be Sherlock to figure out that the while rock-spit-out was intentional.
Returning to the line, Rico was filled with excitement. It wasn't often that people where seen on the tundra. He wanted to tell someone. He had remembered, a few days ago, a certain young chick that had wowed at the thought of some humans. What was his name... Oh yeah, Koweeska. o Kowalski. Rico didn't have the best memory.
Back to the other chicks, Skipper and Kowalski. They continued to talk, Skipper loosing his place in line. But that didn't really matter anymore, he was most intrigued da Kowalski's talk about leaving the tundra. Kowalski was reeeeeeeally smart, da Skipper's standards, and should be taken seriously. Kowalski even had a weird suspicion that the people who come with the cameras endangered a threat to them. Being curious, they asked a few penguins in the line passing da what they thought. (The responses where plain: "Who cares!", "I domanda nothing!", and "Doesn't affect me!")
Kowalski wished to also study the humans more, as they seemed to have access to places not on the tundra. Skipper had backed up his statement in saying that he would help Kowalski spy on the people if they came that day. Needless to say, they had become really good friends.
"Ooh! I can do a human interpretation for te to study!" Skipper said, jokingly. He stood up very straight and tried to be tall. His eyes looked back and forth, and then he puffed out his chest. Kowalski concealed a giggle. Then Skipper opened his beak, and like the humans, went: "I'm cold!" he whined.
At that moment, a small flash of black and white whizzed by. They looked on, as it turned around And headed back towards them.
"Torpedo!" Skipper shouted, jumping behind Kowalski.
"It's a chick!" Kowalski exclaimed.
The torpedo/chick bumped into them, sending them flying to land in a soft patch of snow not too far away. As they popped out of the drift, it turned out that the siluro was actually a chick. As it had appeared, the chick's feather's had been crazed up, and sat in a Mohawk on the superiore, in alto of the tallish, chubby penguin's head. As he shook the snow off his face (the others did also), he glanced over at the other chicks.
"Koweeska!" the chick exclaimed, jumping on Kowalski.
"GET OFF MY FRIEND!" Skipper shouted, and pulled the chick off of Kowalski.
The chick landed in the snow successivo to them. "It's, okay. That's just Rico!" Kowalski exclaimed, pointing to the chick. "We were in line together before I fell off to the sidelines to observe!""
Skipper paused his face for a moment in an awkward position, obviously feeling a bit embarrassed. But then he went: "Uh... nice to meet you, Rico!"
Rico greeted Skipper da jumping on him in a big orso hug. They fell in the snow again, laughing. Kowalski then tripped, and face planted in the snow. The little team was met with più fits of laughter.
Hope te found that interesting! I'm going to try to post one scene a week, if not more. Don't worry if it was kind if boring, I'm planning something really cool for the successivo part.Thank you!
