'Well, that's a great shame...'
'Sorry, Piglet, what is?'
'Penguin Awareness Day. We just missed it. January the twentieth.'
'Ah, well, never mind.'
'We could say we're early for next year.'
'I suppose...actually, what was that odd Penguin song they used to play?'
'Sorry, what song?'
'Oh, you know, "When you feel a little p-peckish, pick up a p-p-p-Penguin" or something.'
'Ah, now, I asked Owl about that.'
'And he said?'
'It's apparently a cancelled verse from "My Generation".'
'Ah, that would make sense--
"P-people try to p-pick us up"--'
'"Talkin' 'bout mah Hiberna-shun"--'
'"Like we wuz a store-bought p-pup"--'
'"Talkin' 'bout mah Hiber--"'
'Well that's quite enough of that. Still, it fits with that line, "Things they do look awful c-cold".'
'Does it?'
'Of course. How penguins see all and sundry. Those freezing temperatures. It coats their eyeballs.'
'I suppose.'
'But I'm at a loss to know how you show Penguin Awareness.'
'Oh, well...possibly rush into a bunch of them and yell, "Am I surrounded by gerbils? I think not!".'
'Ah. Right. Is it, though?'
'Is it what?'
'A bunch? Of penguins?'
'Actually, no. When they're on land it's apparently a waddle, and when they're in the water, it's a raft.'
'Ah...well, sounds like a tall order, penguin-raft-rushing. Think I'll give it a miss.'
'Yes. Probably better to fly over them with a sign-writer: "Hello you non-gerbils! How's tricks? C-cold?".'
'Far better. And I don't think I'll p-pick one up, either. I mean, why would you?'
'Oh, you know...all night bar, lonely weekend, far from home, relationship just ended, in comes this penguin...'
'What are you talking about, Piglet?'
'I haven't the faintest idea...'
