Artica the penguin gazed into the wonders of the Aurora Borealis. Her whole body numb from sitting on the ice cube for hours. She reached for the fishing rod next to her. She cast and caught. "Look little fishy" she cooed, "can you see the Aurora..." she plopped him into her mouth. She felt eyes on her back. It couldn't be the great spirit, I mean all she did was eat a fish it's her second nature, or, or, or... could it be?
To be continued!
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