In the arctic the colony of penquins crowded to keep there selves warm while waiting for there husbands to return from there year long journey
As I nudge my infant fury head out of from underneath my dad to get my little meal.The coldness cuts at my fur with its icy fingers it was arctic cold. As I push and rub my back up against my dad’s fat and fluffy belly he lowers his heavy head down and I snatch the crushed sea food out of his beak.
As I start to close my minute eyes I hear my dad vocalizing repeatedly. I start to feel squished and cramped my dads wadling backwards and backward while squealing. Scared I seal my eyelids shut and be as quiet as a fish. I felt my body hit the sub-zero ice. Hard and cold I lay there like a seal startled and confused I stay still.
The refreshing feeling of warmth calms me but this is a different warmth than my dads his was like a hot water bottle this is like a flame. I guess its my mums shes finally back I feel calm now I also feel hungry again crawling out from my mother’s pouch and push up again mum droops her head down I look and can see that there is heaps of scrumptious food. I end up eating one third of my body weight I am finally full and had a great sized meal.
The mother penguins scram to safty out to open water to get away from the seal that is lurking around the corner of the ice once they have made it out to the ocean they have to go scavenge for food and return home to look after there baby.