In the cold icy habitat of Antarctica there was a penguin with lots of blubber and thick skin. It had webbed feet. It had wing like flippers, it looked like it would be able to fly but it couldn't.
One day this penguin thought how cold he was and how nice it would be to go to a warmer place he had only dreamed of going to a beach. Then he thought of something...
I wish I could fly like a bird and migrate to a warmer place. Then he magically had long lightweight wings that replaced his flippers. Now he could fly.
When he arrived at the beach after a long time flying he wanted to feel the warm water and suddenly he was being chased by a shark. I wish I could be bright colored like a Monarch butterfly to warn the predators that I am poisonous. Then his wings turned bright orange and the shark swam away.
He got out of the water and he saw humans. He didn't want to go back to the cold ice and snow so he hid from the humans but they spotted him. Part of his wings were showing. He wished he could change colors to blend in with his surroundings like a chameleon so I could hide better. Now part of his wings were gray Then he couldn't see himself he was the same color as the rock he was hiding behind. The humans couldn't see him anymore.