The perfect pebble
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It was one day to go until it was that time again in Africa. The one time that I hated the most-mating season. Being a small, scrawny penguin that had a lump in their throat when they talked to other penguins. It's super embarrassing when I choke up in front of my one love-Shelly.

The perfect pebble

It was one day to go until it was that time again in Africa. The one time that I hated the most-mating season.

Being a small, scrawny penguin that had a lump in their throat when they talked to other penguins. It's super embarrassing when I choke up in front of my one love-Shelly.

But why would she ever talk to me, Rio Sander, the only penguin who couldn't even talk his own reflection into being his mate? No! Not this year.

I'm not going to lose her to some well-built knucklehead who doesn't care about his mate. This mating season, I have a plan.

One week ago, I buried a pebble on the beach. Not just any pebble. This is the perfect pebble. It's smooth like the best sand under the Tourist hideaway and I've spent hours polishing it.

I've spent days practising my speech to Shelly in the rockpools away from everybody else.

Tomorrow, I will share my feelings for Shelly and make her my mate with my token of an affection-the perfect pebble.

***

I frantically dug through the sand during the dawn. "Where is it? Where is it? I had the perfect pebble yesterday and now it's gone!" I thought to myself. I felt like a failure.

I had the perfect opportunity to impress Shelly and I had blown it. I knew I would mess it up. With a broken heart, I waddled all the way back to my rock and fell back to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my rock. I answered the door, not trying to look too depressed. It was Shelly! "S-Shelly! What are you--" I stammered.

She held up a small beige pebble. Not just any pebble, the perfect pebble. My perfect pebble! I was shocked.

Why was she coming to me? I was about to question, but my healed heart acted first and wrapped my wings around Shelly.

I've never stopped loving her to this day.

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