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Penguin lived way down in Antarctica where 

he ate plenty of fish and played in the 

snow all day.

His favorite activities were juggling 

snowballs and making ice cream cones.

All in all, he was a very happy penguin.

One day when Penguin was sharing a 

wonderful strawberry ice cream cone with 

his friend Caribou, he noticed that Sly 

Wolf was creeping across the snow.

Penguin said, "Caribou, we need to go!"

So Caribou ran as fast as he could and 

Penguin slid down the snow into the sea.

"Oh no!" thought Penguin, "My poor ice 

cream cone! Sly Wolf will get it all to 

himself. If only I could fly, I

could have taken it with me."

The more Penguin thought, the more he 

wanted to be able to fly. 

So he asked Caribou, Little Fox, and Mouse 

to help him build a boat and he sailed 

across the sea in search of someone who 

could help him learn how to fly.

Caribou, Little Fox, and Mouse waved to 

Penguin as he set out on the boat, taking 

some snowballs and ice cream with him.

Penguin sailed and sailed until he came to 

an island.

"Phew! What a long journey," he thought.

Then he picked up his pail and started 

walking along the beach.

"If I keep walking, I am sure to find 

someone who can teach me how to fly," 

thought Penguin. And so he walked and 

walked and walked down the beach.

Penguin walked the entire beach and had come to 

the last bit of sand before he spotted a bird 

sitting in a tree.

"Hello there!" said Penguin.

"Hello," said the bird, "You sure don't look 

like any bird I've ever seen. My name is 

Seagull. What's yours?"

"I'm Penguin; I've come all the way from 

Antarctica to learn how to fly! Can you help me?"

"W-w-hat?" said Seagull, "Can't fly? That's the 

silliest thing I've ever heard!" Seagull laughed 

and laughed.

Seagull was not very helpful, so Penguin 

walked down the road. There he met three 

little birds.

"Hello, my name is Penguin and I must learn 

how to fly."

"We are the Sparrows," said the wee birds, "We 

can't teach you to fly, but play with us and 

we will tell you how to find the Rooster. He 

knows everything."

So Penguin took out his favorite snowballs and 

showed the Sparrows how to juggle. Because he 

was so amazing and gave them each a snowball, 

they told him the Rooster was usually near the 

fork in the road.

Penguin left the Sparrows and traveled to the 

fork in the road.

"You must be Rooster," said Penguin to the bird 

standing in the road. "The Sparrows told me you 

were smart and could teach me how to fly."

"My dear, I could no more teach you to fly than 

you could teach me to swim. You are a penguin."

"But...if I can't fly, I can't save my ice 

cream cones from Sly Fox."

"Save your chatter. You are what you are and 

that's that. Now go on."

Penguin sadly made his way to the pond.

"I say," said a giant Peacock, "Why so blue 

friend?"

"Rooster says that I can't learn to fly," said 

Penguin.

"Oh pish posh. You can do anything if you set 

your mind to it. You just need the right 

attitude and the right outfit for the job!" 

said Peacock.

"Yes! Yes!" cried the ducks in unison.

"The right outfit?" asked Penguin.

"Why yes," said Peacock, "The right outfit goes a 

long way in accomplishing anything!"

"I see," said Penguin.

"Let me see," said Peacock as he rummaged through 

the chest of hats at his side. "This is just the 

thing! It will surely help you to fly!"

"Why thank you! Thank you!" cried Penguin as he 

put on Peacock's top hat.

"Now all you have to do is get to a high place and 

practice," said Peacock.

"I will," said Penguin and gave the Peacock a 

delicious ice cream cone as a gift.

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