Paper, Hole Punchers, and a Penguin With a Dream

There once was a weak penguin named Calli. She couldn't hole punch papers. In Narnia, where she lived, they were having a hole punching competition. Calli was competing against Courtney, the clumsy penguin, and Elliott, the annoying penguin. Courtney went up to punch her holes first. When she got to the desk, she tripped on a speck of dust, hit her head on the ice, and had to be taken to the Icepital. Elliott, being his annoying self, was making jokes about Courtney's fall to lozerville. When he made it to the hold puncher, he kept trying to make stupid jokes that not even the village idiot would laugh at. He was squakking about something to do with global warming when, BAM, he got hit in the head with a hole puncher that somebody threw from the crowd. He had to be ice-lifted from the scene. Finally, it was Calli's turn to try to punch a hole. She waddled up to the metal puncher. She looked out over the crowd seeing every penguin from their heads to their flippers (well, actually from their heads to their bellies because all the penguins were so fat, that you couldn't see their feet.) She turned back to her piece of paper and put her wing on the hole puncher. The announcer came on over the speaker. "In 3," her stomach was queasy, "2," her head was spinning, "1!" She pushed down with all her might. The hole puncher didn't move a centimeter. She was straining and groaning and moaning. She thought she was going to die of exhaustion when, PLOP, a tiny pebble fell on her hand. She looked up and saw the little penguin named Lauren give her a wing up. She looked back down and, Viola!, the paper was punched! She jumped up in victory! She fell into the crowd and began to crowd surf. She was having the time of her life, until a pengin dropped her eye first on the ground. She had to get an eye patch and go to the Icepital, but it was okay because she was with her friends.

The End