Penguins in the Pipes: The Penguin Storyteller
Barnabus and the penguins were sitting around the glowing boiler. A long night of work had just ended, and the penguins were ready to bed down for the day. However, before they went to bed, they waited for Barnabus to tell them a story.
“C’mon, dad,” Lucky yawned. “I’m tired. Tell us a story.”
Barnabus hugged Lucky, “Okay, daughter. Tonight, I’ll tell you the Story of the Storyteller.” Barnabus clicked his beak as was his custom before telling a story. Then in a beautiful tenor tone with bass overtones and the light from the flames of the boiler reflecting orange and yellow off his beak, he began:
“C’mon, dad,” Lucky yawned. “I’m tired. Tell us a story.”
Barnabus hugged Lucky, “Okay, daughter. Tonight, I’ll tell you the Story of the Storyteller.” Barnabus clicked his beak as was his custom before telling a story. Then in a beautiful tenor tone with bass overtones and the light from the flames of the boiler reflecting orange and yellow off his beak, he began:
“That is why we and the polar bears have never lived in the same place,” said Barnabus. “For with their voracious appetites and endless wanderings, the polar bears would have surely eaten every last one of us.
Of course, we penguins are facing the same fate that the penguins of yore faced. This time it comes from a far less reasonable entity – one that neither cares for species nor for life itself. It cannot care for it has no heart, and we, my little penguins are almost powerless to stop it. But perhaps, if one of you is able to become like Obadiah, you could save the penguins and all life on Earth with one of your stories.”
With the warning and a bit of hope, Barnabus sent everyone to bed. The penguins all hid for the sun was just about to rise, and they had another night of work to look forward to.
Of course, we penguins are facing the same fate that the penguins of yore faced. This time it comes from a far less reasonable entity – one that neither cares for species nor for life itself. It cannot care for it has no heart, and we, my little penguins are almost powerless to stop it. But perhaps, if one of you is able to become like Obadiah, you could save the penguins and all life on Earth with one of your stories.”
With the warning and a bit of hope, Barnabus sent everyone to bed. The penguins all hid for the sun was just about to rise, and they had another night of work to look forward to.