I’m such a sad lil penguin. Won’t you please take me home? I recently learned that some humans insist upon calling us African penguins by a not so nice name for donkeys. Sniff sniff. Apparently they think that our calls to fellow colony members sound like a braying donkey. How rude! We are penguins! Not donkeys! Sheesh! So I am just looking for a nice home where I will be appreciated for who I am.

Hot sand! Hot Sand! Hot Sand! OK, so who had the brilliant idea to transplant us from the frigid barren desert of Antarctica to this hot and sometime humid climate of Africa? Was it you? I’m looking at you! I’m melting my tail feathers off! Next time can we please try for something a lil more temperate? Like Canada? At least they get four seasons…even if it is all in one day.

This hot weather truly is getting to me. Don’t mind if I take a little rest here in the shade. Just a 15 minute penguin nap should do. I know I should be grateful that I am not freezing my tail feathers off but this heat just leaves me with no energy. I want to dance but it seems all I can do each day is eat and sleep. Would you please turn on a fan? I could use the white noise to help doze off.