Deep, deep, deep, beneath the waves swam a majestic murder whale and deep inside the whale's stomach was a rotting corpse. The corpse was taht of Steve, a penguin who had tragically been killed when the murder whale had decidded to havve some penguin for breakfast.
The ghost of Steve groaned miserably as he watched his body decompose. Voices in his head whispered and cackled, growing louder and louder as more of Steve's body rotted. Suddenly a spear stabbed into the murder whale, skewering Steve. Well, it would have if Steve had had a body... but he didn't. So he was left unscathed.
The murder whale, on the other hand was screaming in agony, as his guts had just been stabbed by a spear. The whale fell limp and Steve felt the whale begin to asscend to the surface. Human hunters dragged the whale to their igloo.
Steve watched them. His eye caught on a human draggin the whale, that looks like a good person to haunt.
Authors Note: Well wouldn't you like to know the moral of the story. Lucky you. Its your lucky day, whoppe
MORAL: Be careful who you trust. (climate change isnt real????)
