It's about Penguins

In an igloo way down at the South Pole a penguin named Peter sat on a rock happily crunching an ice cube. "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH." Peter was kind of strange because he really liked to crunch on ice; all of the other penguins used ice to build their igloos or for sliding races.

Some penguins even went ice skating, ice-fishing, or chiseled beautiful ice sculptures with their bright orange beaks; but none of the other penguins CRUNCHED on ice. It was just not the thing to do. After all, fish were for eating - not ice chunks!

Some of the penguins made fun of Peter for crunching ice. Some could not stand the noise that it made and would run away from him. And no one ever invited him into their igloos for dinner. Even Peter's mother was upset with him; she told him that crunching ice would ruin the edges of his beak. Peter did not care about the noise, the missed dinner parties or even the edges of his beak. Peter Penguin just loved to crunch ice. "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH".

Each day Peter would break off a chunk of ice from his igloo and "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH". Soon, his igloo had no roof because he had crunched away all the ice that was on the top. Peter did not care; it did not rain much at the South Pole and it was nice to look up at the stars while he crunched his ice. "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH".

Pretty soon Peter had no igloo left at all. He had CRUNCHED away the roof, and CRUNCHED away all the ice blocks of his igloo wall. This made the other penguins happy. Surely Peter would stop crunching ice now that he had no igloo left to crunch.

Much to their surprise, Peter waddled by, "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH". Peter had taken a big chunk of ice right out of the side of the iceberg! "CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH".