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Chapter 1 - Penguin Allergies

“Bacon” I heard him say to the cashier. “Eggs, ravioli, spaghetti, noodles, salmon, trout, and shrimp.” Timothy took the food, paid the cashier, and we left. As a penguin, humans disappoint me. I personally think that humans created global warming just enough to melt Antarctica, but not too severe to destroy any human’s home. I think they only did this to have the choice of having a penguin as a pet. Even if they didn’t want it! That’s just cruel! Many penguins disagree with me, but I still think that humans are guilty for that exact reason. We went in the hover car, and Timothy put the address of his home in the GATEHI (Guiding And Taking Everyone Home Instrument). The GATEHI started taking us home. Pretty soon, we arrived at Timothy’s house. His family was waiting for him, and they started eating like crazy. The sister gulped down the spaghetti and noodles and refused to share them. The brother gorged the ravioli all in seven minutes. The mother ate her diet food, and Timothy ate the bacon and eggs. Meanwhile, I started remembering the tragic memories of the time I lost my home. My family and I came back to our igloo from fishing. I never ate the fish, because I thought it was the grossest thing ever known to male. Instead, we found out that ice from our igloo filled me up too. When my family ate fish, I ate ice. They were not concerned at all. We all liked it that way. More for them, and I could eat anytime I wanted. We heard a loud noise and found that it came from a scary-looking flying device with people in it. The people called it a “Helicopter”. They traveled across Antarctica “saving” the penguins and escorting them to civilization. They saved us just in time before the ice started melting from global warming. I was separated from my family, with nothing to remember them by but the melted ice that slipped across my flippers. It was too much to remember the tragedy that happened after that. Timothy offered me fish, and I tried to tell him I hate fish, but how could a penguin communicate with a human? I faced my fear and gulped it down. It was delightful and amazing. I started begging for more, and pretty soon, I had all the shrimp, trout, and salmon. It was the best dinner I ever had! It was time for bed, and I waddled to my two-by-three feet bed. Just then, I was no longer a black penguin. I was a black penguin with red polka dots. I was so itchy. The more I scratched it, the worse it got. The little sister, named Tricia, woke up and saw me. She called her dad, and Timothy came to me. He looked astonished and didn’t know what to do. There was no penguin emergency room, was there? He looked in the yellow pages, and shocked, he saw some vets that got their penguin degree already! This was very fortunate for the whole family, except me. We went to the emergency room for penguins immediately and saw my vet, Dr. Al (short for Allergies). Dr. Al showed us in, and we went into the “death” room. The doctor looked so vicious that she had a sharp stick with acid in it that is supposed to “poke” me. She poked me and she said that the liquid inside the shot was a little bit of fish. This startled me. What if the fish he meant was my family? I know penguins aren’t fish, but my parents always told me that you are what you eat. Then she said that it was specifically trout, salmon, and shrimp. This made me relieved a little bit, but the shot hurt like crazy! Twenty minutes later, the doctor said that I was allergic to all the fish I just ate! How could I avoid my favorite food? We went home and I was so upset. I went to my room and started thinking, “What if I never could eat fish again?”