Dreamweaverrs Ponderings

I read this story and was very pleased such great effort was made to save wildlife and sadness that so many were lost.

 For some peculiar reason envisioning THIS air force flight set my imagination going and had me chuckling. There are the definite makings of an animated movie in this.

Picture if you will a bunch of penguins standing waiting to board the plane, each one decked out in a penguin version of an air force flight suit, little fishy shaped patches on their arms. They are The Penguin Squad. The nose of the plane has little fish painted on it for each successful mission.

One rather queasy big tough one who can’t take heights complaining saying,

 “Whose great idea was this anyhow? Just because I am a bird doesn’t mean I am supposed to fly. I’ve got flippers not wings…see.” He flaps his flippers weakly making a face at the others.” Do these look like they are supposed to be airborne?  “And these webs between my toes ain’t parachutes,” he says holding up his foot to show his buddies.

“Aw pipe down and enjoy the flight. Marv,” Max snaps.

“Yeah, maybe we can see how the other half live now. Get our piece of the sky,” Flip dreamily looks out the window at the sky.

“Oh yeah Mr. Fantasyland Flip. Let’s all twitter around like little Mary Poppin’s bluebird flitting from ice berg to iceberg.  If I wanted to see how the other half lived, I’d come back as a seagull and go steal that pile of fish you keep hiding over behind McGill’s iceberg, Max,” he says really loudly turning his head so the others can hear.

“Huh what fish?” Max looks at Marv and shrinks down in his seat, looking around furtively hoping no one heard the comment about the fish.

“Oh suddenly you don’t remember that, eh?” Marv snorts.

A group of penguins start chattering loudly coming towards Max.

“Hey you said those fish all got away.”

“Yeah Max, you hoarding again? What’s the deal?”

“See it I invite you over for a fish fry again… gees.”

“Wait a minute. You said you hadn’t had a catch in weeks and here I was feelin’ sorry for you.”

Marv sits chuckling to the side as a hoard of squawking penguin flyboys surround Max demanding to know where the fish are hidden. He is pleased with himself for getting the heat off of him and onto Max. He stretches his legs out in front of him off the edge of the waiting lounge seat and puts his arms behind his head. He leans back with a big smirk on his face and mumbles,”I ain’t no flyboy. Give me the nice ice cold water and bye bye Marv. I’m home again off into the cold blue yonder.”

Animation ideas aside, I would have liked to have been there to see them on that plane and then set free again. That must have been an exhilarating and once in a lifetime experience. Can you imagine that many penguins all in one place?

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