The following contains material from a recent talk with a chinstrap penguin, interviewed near his summer home on the shore of the Ross Sea.
“It were horrible,” said Moe the penguin on a gusty, frigid Wednesday. “I were just mindin’ me own fish business, and it were clear water all the way to icy bottom as my mama once said, but outta left nowhere comes they spots, big-n-fast like a ghoul from Hell, an’ she goes toothin’ at my feets.”
Moe shivered, despite being a penguin. “I no like they spots,” he murmured through the wind. “I no like they pointy teeths.”