Lots of other penguins seem to do fine in a universe of nothing but ice...
I got this book for my youngest niece a while ago, probably when she was first born. When I saw it in the store, I almost cried. I was filled with that weird warm tingly feeling usually reserved for Wes Anderson movies and live performances of theatre and music. It was painfully adorable and honest and exactly how I feel about everyone I know and actually like in my life. In fact, I want to buy a copy for all of them. Now, combine that with Davy Jones from The Monkees. Nothing could be more simple, honest, catchy, or sweet!
/end being a girl for a minute.
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