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Book 1: Secret Penguin Lament

The sky was cold and grey, when, yesterday, you told me where the Secret Penguin lay. In bygone years, they say, he was a sight, the avian conundrum in black and white. Operating in ice-cold, frozen stealth, he redistributed the ocean's wealth. Some say he went down in a bullet hail, trying to save a hunted humpback whale. His misty memory lives down under. He left us with much more than wonder - in the Antarctic wilderness below, his noble, three-toed footprint in the snow.

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Date: 3/12/2025 5:25:00 PM
I hoped for a happy ending. At least he wasn't eaten by an orca. Truthfully, I became a little attached to this penguin, as I read his story. I'm easy.
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David Crandall
Date: 3/14/2025 7:06:00 PM
OK, I just wrote another one - Book 2 - Secret Penguin Prayer. In this one, he comes back.
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David Crandall
Date: 3/12/2025 5:44:00 PM
Don't worry. I think there could be a part two, and the Secret Penguin is clever and mysterious. I think it's quite possible he faked his death to throw someone off.
Date: 3/12/2025 12:30:00 PM
Humor in this one! We saw murres in Alaska, they look like small penguins, but Alaska, alas though wildlife thrives, there are no penguins…birds galore, though. Also saw puffins.
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David Crandall
Date: 3/12/2025 12:33:00 PM
interesting...googled murres. they're cute...i guess similar conditions, result in similar creatures.
Date: 3/12/2025 11:05:00 AM
Three toe footprints. Cool. Learn something new every day. Thanks for sharing.
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David Crandall
Date: 3/12/2025 12:15:00 PM
haha, the three-toed footprint is the sign of the Secret Penguin who is a character my son invented. I wrote this poem for his birthday. Some poor kids aren't so lucky when it comes to birthday presents.

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