"The smoke against my hairs, the warmth of burned wood tickling my fur in this dark surroundings...it pleases me..."
As Peengu stood there overthinking what he could have said before leaving his father behind in their unfortunate shared corner of awkwardly tense memories, a woman appeared in the window and seemed to smile at Pingu...
"Pingu... Pingu... " she said lovingly, "You smell. Go home now."
Back then, no one suspected this woman would become the sworn enemy of Pingu. Many people still can't believe it. But I was there. I saw what he did to her...and there was nothing I could do. Never dislike a penguin. It's not a thing to live by, but...it's one of the few things I can say I truly learned. A personal thing.