I wake up to my penguin, Frosty, gasping for breath. I rush over to her spot on the bean bag in the corner of my room. I wait for her to speak & when she does she says "usually my species doesn't live a very long life. 12 years is a long time. It is time that my life is over. Goodbye and never forget me" the penguin falls to the floor &I I start to cry. Frosty didn't deserve this & neither did I.
