A beautiful pingüino, pingüino de rested in her deep, shady domain. Lullabied por the steady rythmn of the waves, she remained still. Her acute senses picked them up right away. They were coming for her, once again, and she knew it.
This time, it would be different, though: she would be free, o so she thought. It was what she had trained for, her whole hardshipped life.
In the deep ocean, she could see nothing. She relied on scent, instinct, strength, speed, stealth, and hearing alone. The barco was coming toward her.
The usual bait they threw her, now seemed like only crumbs compared to her new diet. Her...
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