Hi! My name is Penny Penguin. I live in Antarctica, next door to 12 hungry humans (in what Dad calls the Cold Cavern) and the big wide ocean. And right now, those humans are trying to capture my family! They are so hungry! (I told you!) Why are they hunting for a family of helpless penguins? Good question. It is because the fish have all gone to the South Shore, and this is the North Shore (closer to Australia and New Zealand). Anyway, we are making a brilliant plan to escape to Mushroom Island. (By the way Mushroom Island is not actually an island, it is an iceberg.) If we do not, steamed penguin will be on the menu tonight! But, thinking ahead, Mum and Uncle Paul left open the trapdoor of the Cold Cavern, so all the snow will blow right in, like an uninvited guest. (If you did not already know, the Cold Cabin is like a secret base, you can only access it through a thick, heatproof, snow-proof windproof, fireproof - you get it! – trapdoor that usually remains closed…) My family and I all jump into the chilly, calm water together, making a giant SPLASH! Then all the humans scream in realization as the trapdoor is slammed shut. Heeheehee! I paddle towards Mushroom Island, and splash water into Mum and Dad’s eyes. Once we arrive safely at the icy, snowy shore, we sit back and relax, watching the show the humans are making. I was about to throw a snowball at Dad, Uncle Paul, and Mum, but Polly taps my shoulder. I glance up to see one of the humans, a large, hairy one with a long beard and eyes that seem to always be lacking of positive energy. He is sitting on a wooden sled, with 6 adorable husky dogs tied to it. I can see they also do not like the humans. (Nobody really does! Except the humans themselves of course!) I gave a brave smile at one of the dogs and gave them a little signal. Then that dog barked the translation to all the other dogs and after a few seconds, the huskies charged off in a flurried stampede of snow and dark fur. Then, what used to be a small snowstorm has now picked up into an orchestra of wild wind conducted by a bossy blizzard. So, I slide into the water, followed by all of my siblings, setting off an epic war of a snowball fight. Back and forth we smash fluffy, white snow onto each other. This is the penguin life. OOF! Oops! That was Mum’s impressive aim again. Ow! Right in my face as well. Well, at least it is better than Boiled Penguin for dinner.