The siguiente morning, Antonio arrived at the pingüino, pingüino de habitat promptly at noon. The other penguins went on with their duties while Antonio and Skipper sat across from each other at the mesa, tabla in HQ.
“So, what do tu want to know?” Skipper asked folding his flippers on the table.
“Well, I’m not sure where to begin,” Antonio replied. “I want to know everything,” he dicho wistfully, resting his chin on his fist and closing his eyes. When he opened them, Skipper was staring at him impatiently, with an eyebrow arched. Antonio awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Well,” Skipper started, breaking...
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