All night long snow had been falling, and as the sun came up, everything was quiet and still. There was no sign of a penguin family, except three heaps of snow.

    Then one of the heaps began to move, and out came a bright yellow beak. It was Penguin Pete!

    “Good morning, Tim,” he said cheerfully to the smallest snowdrift. “Did you sleep well?”

    Little Tim shook the snow from his head. “Where did all this come from?” he asked crossly.





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