The Three Little Penguins By: Jennifer Renée Hennings
Once upon a time, just a short while ago, deep beneath the rainforests of Brazil, and the jungles of Africa, there was a family of penguins that lived in Snow Cap, Antarctica. The father, Paul, had left on assignment to visit the North Pole and had forgotten to leave behind any money for his wife, Panzy, and their
three children.
So the three small penguins were directed by their mother to take what little money she had to go to the big city of Polar Ice to try to make their lives better.
The first penguin, Peter, took his money to Polar Ice and bought some ice blocks. He carried them one by one down the path and set up his home deep on the icy tundra. He stacked, and
stacked until he had cozy, igloo home that towered over five feet high.
The second penguin, Polly, made her way to Polar Ice and bought treated lumber with her money. One by one, Polly carried the sticks of lumber from the city to her home right down the path in the Icy Forest, from Peter. She nailed, and she hammered, and finally, had a wonderfully warm, wooden house that towered over five feet high.
The last of the penguins, Percy, used his money in Polar Ice to purchase a load of rock. Shovel load, by shovel load, Percy built up the rock house and set it up right outside of Polly’s house in the Icy Forest community. His house towered over five feet high,
too.
Once inside and settled, sipping on hot chocolate, Peter heard a rustle outside.
“Let me in”, bellowed a deep voice outside the door.
Peter peered through the cracks in the ice blocks and saw the biggest, meanest, tallest Polar Bear ever. “No way!” shouted
Peter, but it was too late. The Polar Bear had pushed and pushed until he finally put a hole in the front of the igloo and came after Peter. Peter jumped up, threw his hot chocolate in the Polar Bear’s eyes and waddled as fast as he could to his sister, Polly’s house.
Polly let Peter in and they both sat down by the nice warm fire Polly had burning in her fireplace. Not long after, both penguins heard a loud “THUMP!” At once they both jumped up, and there was that darn Polar Bear, clawing his way through the treated lumber walls.
“Let me in!”
roared the Polar Bear in his deep voice.
“No way!” screamed, the two penguins.
Once the Polar Bear came through the wall, Polly and Peter fanned the thick black smoke from the big fire into the Polar Bear’s face and escaped to Percy’s house down the path.
Polly and Peter beat on Percy’s door, and Percy let them in. They soon heard a noise at Percy’s front door. They knew who was outside the door, but knew that this house could not be pushed down. They all felt safe in Percy’s sturdy, rock house. They all relaxed and flipped on the television just in time to see the evening news. Polly and Peter saw their homes, battered and broken on the news channel. The headline read
“Polar Bear Abuse!” and the three penguins felt bad. They had caused the Polar Bear all this pain from the hot chocolate in his eyes to the smoke in his face. They all decided that they needed to be thoughtful, so they decided to sale their two broken homes to the Polar Ice homeless shelter to be fixed. With the money they got, Peter, Polly and Percy added on to Percy’s stable house. Each penguin had his or her own bedroom. After they made changes, all three put their heads together and decided to help the Polar Bear out.
They made him an eye doctor’s appointment, ordered him a facial, and then built him his own warm and
cozy house right down the path from theirs.
The Polar Bear was very happy and accepted the gifts from the penguins with tears in his eyes. "All I wanted was a good friend, and now, I have three!” exclaimed the Polar Bear. So now, there are only two rock homes on the path outside Polar Ice City. One home is full of penguins while the other, a Polar Bear, but together, they add up
to love and friendship.