244 words read It was an early Christmas morning and I carelessly ran down my cottage stairs. To my luck, an ocean of presents waited at my bounty. They were all from my mother and father from Germany. They'd left m...
It was one day to go until it was that time again in Africa. The one time that I hated the most-mating season. Being a small, scrawny penguin that had a lump in their throat when they talked to other ...