In the far, far south, where the sea freezes into bright white plains and the wind sings across the ice, there lived a penguin named Percival.
Percival was a very thoughtful penguin.
He liked to wonder about things.
Why snow squeaks underfoot.
Why fish never seem to shiver.
And why the world had two ends.
“Surely,” Percival once said to himself, “if there is a South Pole, there must be a North Pole too.”
And that thought stayed with him.
A Journey Begins
One breezy afternoon Percival stood on the edge of a large iceberg.
He looked out across the endless ocean.
“I suppose,” he said, “the only way to find out what is at the other end of the world… is to go there.”
Now penguins are excellent swimmers.
But Percival was not planning to swim the whole way.
Just then a large iceberg cracked loose from the shore.
It floated gently into the sea.
Percival blinked.
“Well,” he said, stepping aboard,
“That seems convenient.”
And so the iceberg carried him away.
A Very Long Drift
For many days Percival sailed across the ocean.
He passed whales.
He passed curious seals.
Once he passed a rather confused albatross who asked,
“Are you supposed to be here?”
“I’m exploring,” Percival replied proudly.
The albatross shook its head and flew away muttering something about geography.
The North at Last
At last the air grew colder again.
Ice returned.
Snow blew across the sea.
Percival stepped off his iceberg onto a wide frozen plain.
“Well,” he said, “this certainly looks familiar.”
Just then a large white creature appeared over a ridge.
The creature stopped.
Percival stopped.
They both stared.
The creature tilted its head.
“You,” said the creature slowly, “are not a seal.”
“No,” said Percival politely. “I’m a penguin.”
The creature blinked.
“A penguin?”
“Yes.”
“But penguins live at the South Pole.”
“That is correct,” said Percival.
The creature scratched its head.
“Well,” it said, “polar bears live at the North Pole.”
“Then,” said Percival cheerfully,
“I suppose we are both exactly where we belong.”
A Curious Friendship
The polar bear sat down.
“My name is Bernard,” he said.
“I’m Percival,” said the penguin.
They thought about the situation for a moment.
“Well,” Bernard said finally,
“since penguins and polar bears never meet…”
“This is rather special,” Percival finished.
So they spent the afternoon talking.
Bernard explained snowstorms and northern lights.
Percival explained ice shelves and penguin colonies.
And both agreed on one important thing:
The world is a very big place.
But sometimes, if you drift far enough—
The most unlikely friends can meet.
And somewhere, far to the south, a group of penguins were still wondering where Percival had gone.
But that is another story entirely.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 