Some Penguins are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
But none of these applied to Dave.
No, for him, greatness was an experience package delivered from the collective penguin mind to him by mistake.
It was big and heavy with thousands of parts inside that smashed together alarmingly when you shook it.
There was no obvious contact number or return address, and frankly the thing could have been for anyone.
What Dave had actually ordered was a surfboard, a fishing rod, two tickets to a warm remote beach, and a simple life.
What he got, was ultimate knowledge, a vast management problem, responsibility, and a bill for insufficient postage.
Such was life these days.
He was about to have the most extreme ongoing 'spiritual' experience imaginable. The problem was that nobody could give a logical explanation as to what it actually was, what it was about, and what he was supposed to do about all the ongoing strange events, and his new found highly technical understanding of it all.
In the Antarctic the world was much simpler, less confusion, less noise, less chaos.
But now the question was should he save the world, or just hope the whole problem thing would all go away and leave him alone.
Yes, he may know all the answers to life, the universe and everything, from quantum physics, psychology, biology, philosophy, natural sciences, technology etc. Yes every day of his life now read like a Dan Brown novel, but he was just a penguin after all, in a simple world of ice snow and fish. Besides nobody had asked him to have this thing, he didn't want to know anyway, he was just a bloke penguin minding his own business.
So even though he 'knew all', what could he do about it all, and why should he anyway ?
The answers were extreme, and more than a bit surprising.
"Ms. Peterson, did you attend a club Friday night? " Mr. Shaw said causally as he focused his eyes on his twirling pen.
"No" I said trying not to show that I was lying. But then again people always think I'm lying.
"Well I just ask because when I went to a club Friday night...there was a girl who looked an awful lot like, you dancing on one of the tables at a bar with a bra on as a top" he said focusing his narrowing eyes on me now.
" Is that question really appropriate to ask in the work place sir?" I said confused.
"I'm not sure? Is it Ms. Peterson?" he said a little sarcastically.
"Well... since you are not sure, I will just be on the safe side and not answer it sir" I said hoping to get a positive response for what I just said.
"Very well. Get out now" he said coldly and I walked out of the office with my next assignment.
Why didn't God answer my prayer about Mr. Shaw getting attacked by a bear? I thought to myself when i had close the door behind me.
(Written September 22 2017
Has mature language and I might write another part for the steamy scenes and this is my first book so take it easy.
This is still Jenjen010101 I just changed it to Enn0114 because I can.
#233 on July 6
DON'T STEAL MY FREAKING WORK. I GOT RIGHT'S ON THIS BITCH , BITCH. Thank you and have a pleasant read)