Penguin Pete and Little Tim
By Marcus Pfister
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.
“Never mind the snow.” Said Penguin Pete. “ Let’s go for a walk and warm up. We can let your mother sleep a little longer.”Off they went, With Pete leading the way, pushing the thick snow aside to clear a path for Tim.
Suddenly Tim, “Hey, Dad, look at me!”Peter turned around and ducked as a snowball whizzed over his head. Pete threw back as many snowballs as he could, but he was soon covered in snow from head to foot.
“Enough! I surrender!” said Pete, laughing and brushing the snow from his feathers.
Soon they came to a small cliff. Pete quickly scrambled up and was walking on when on when he heard Tim shouting, “Help! Dad! I’m stuck!”
Pete came running back, knelt down, and hauled Tim up.
“Look at this, Tim,” he said. “It’s a dogsled. Sit down and I’ll give you a ride.”Tim was glad to rest his little legs for a while.
“Hold tight, here we go!” said Pete.
Suddenly there was a terrible CRACK! And the sled broke right across the middle. Pete stopped and looked back. So that was why the sled had been left out in the snow!
Tim got off to push the back half of the sled. “Can we put it back together?” he asked.
“No, I don’t think we can,” said Pete, “but at least you’ve had a little rest, and it’s all downhill from here.”
Sure enough, they were now at the top of a hill, Will a long slope below them.
“Watch me, Tim,” said Pete. “I’ll show you how to slide.”Pete whooshed down the hill. Then it was Tim’s turn, but instead of sliding on his tummy, he tumbled head over heels, and rolled himself into a snowball.
“Hello, little snowman,” said his father when Tim rolled to the bottom of the hill. “Its not as easy as it looks, is it?”Pete freed Tim from his snowball and they waddled on.
It had begun to snow again. Tim was walking very slowly through the whirling snowflakes when suddenly he realized that he couldn’t see his father!
Tim stopped and called out to him, but the wind was howling as loudly, he could barely hear his own yell. Tim stood very still, and soon he was being covered with snow.
Then he heard a friendly voice. “Hello, little penguin,” said a seal. “I almost missed you under all that snow. Do you want to come for a swim?”“Oh yea, plese1” said Tim. “I love swimming.”
“I can’t stay for long,” bubbled Tim. “You see, I lost my way, and my dad always says: ‘If you ever get lost, stay right where you are and I’ll come and find you.’ ” “So that’s why you were standing as still as a snowman,” said the seal.
Tim was happy swimming with the graceful seals, but he needed to get out of the water, or his father would never find him.
Tim climbed out onto the ice and waved good-bye to his friend.“Stand on a rock so your father will see you,” suggested the seal as the slithered back into the sea.
Meanwhile, Pete had been looking everywhere for Tim. He Climbed a hill and shouted: “Tim, where are you?” At last he heard a little voice answer through the swirling snow:“Dad! I’m over here!” “Let’s go home,” said Pete as he Hugged Tim tightly. “I think we’ve seen enough snow for today, don’t you?”
“I didn’t think you were going to find me,” said Tim. “I’m so tired. Will you carry me home?” “Of course I will,” said Pete, lifting Tim onto his shoulders. “Look, Tim,” he said, “the moon has come up to light our way.” But there was no reply. Tim had already nodded off to sleep.
Mother Pat was waiting for them in a warm little cave, where they could shelter from the snow. Tim had woken up again, and he told his mother all about their adventures.
Then the three of them snuggled close together, and Tim murmured sleepily, “Dad, can you take me out for another walk tomorrow?”