I started out as an orphan.
I was sitting out in the plaza one freezing winter day without a coat or an igloo to keep me warm.
I was nearly dying of hypothermia.
How does a penguin die from getting cold, when their bodies are made to keep them warm?
I had down, and I shaved it off.
Why?
There was a wig factory, and I thought I could use some money, and I sold them my down to make a wig out of.
Once they got it, they said it was no good and took their money back.
And I was cold.
Anyway, as I was freezing on the sidewalk, a penguin waddled up to me.
“Cough, cough! Could you please adopt me?” I said in a raspy voice.
I hadn’t had a drink since the snow was warm and then a penguin said that eating snow could hurt me.
“Yes,” the penguin picked me up and carried me into the warmth and safety of the pizza parlor.
I had a mommy.