Narrative

On a bright winter day, a small penguin decided to play. He gathered up friends of all sorts. And they all invented a brand new sport.

Waddling and sliding around They made a ball made of snow. And let is roll along the ground.

They were having so much fun Until one penguin let it roll down a hill. Then the penguins tried to run. But on their short legs they began to spill.

Before they could catch it the ball rolled faster. Directly towards the gigantic Christmas tree in town. They knew immediately this would end in disaster. There was nothing to do as it knocked the tree down.

The penguins were sad, they'd ruined Christmas this year. And now they felt sad. But everyone knew their intentions were clear.

So they all got together to renew the Christmas cheer. Up went another tree in place of the old. The penguins felt better, they no longer had fear Never again would a snow ball be rolled.