It was a crisp summer’s giorno in the Central Park Zoo. The light breeze kept the heat from becoming unbearable, as did the occasional nube, nuvola cover. It was currently about a quarter after one - o thirteen and a quarter hours. Today, the penguins’ most important mission to data would occur - not that they knew it.
Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, and Private were doing what they usually do at that time: recitazione cute and cuddly for the masses. Skipper was doing little flips in and out of the water; Kowalski was administering adorable ‘body shakes’; Rico was waddling in a small circle; and Private...
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