There are two penguins, on their way to the water. They are on a mission to find food. They are best friends. They have known each other for a very long time. Their names are mumble and terry. They look soft, almost like velvet. They are close to the water; they should get there. Unless their friend stormy the seal interrupts. Nothing can interrupt their hunt for food, but stormy is known for that. They separated from a group of penguins behind them. They got tired of waiting around. They are starving. The waves are crashing up to their feet. The wind zips past their flippers as their stand together. The food is just so close. Hopefully, they find it. After all, it is Antarctica.