Excerpt
Birthday Bash Blues

The poky penguin piddled past a plethora of pines waving in the wild winter wind.
“Don’t dawdle, silly Willy," squawked sister Sally. "It’s clearly chilly. Let’s hurry home."
“You two tire me tremendously. Quit quarreling," warned Wally Walrus, who waddled with them. "Your parents would paddle the pair of you if they heard your harping."
Sadly, Willy slowed to a standstill. Sally sailed toward him. Willy began to weep.
Wally slid to a stop near weeping Willy. "What worries you, Willy?" he quietly queried.
The little penguin’s flippers flapped and his cheeks flamed. He heaved a sigh, then hiccupped as his tears temporarily halted.
"Today is Papa’s party. I haven’t procured a present," Willy wailed.
"Wait here, Willy," said Wally. He waddled away to return triumphantly with a sleek silvery salmon on one tough tusk. "Here’s a present for your papa. Now let’s progress toward the party so we can play."
Willy stopped wailing and hugged the massive mammal. "Thank you, Wally," he whispered.
Willy and Sally walked beside their friend who, with the fresh fish stuck on his tusk, weirdly waddled all the way home.
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