My Dad told me to call this The Chapter That Didnt Write
Itself cause it took me so long to finish.
Penguin entered his new room at the Iceberg Lounge loosening his
bowtie and throwing it over the back of the leather office chair. He
saw his birds on several wooden perches along with cages hung from
the ceiling, seemingly mocking the penguins on the ground by flapping
their wings with pride. Little Finch quickly flew onto Penguins
shoulder and chipped happily.
never like to leave me alone, do you? Oswald muttered to the bird.
sighed and brushed the bird off his shoulder. He hopped onto his bed,
much more comfy then the hammock, laid down on the small mount on
black and silver pillows and finally got a good look of the room. He
grabbed a remote on the table next to him and pressed Power. The
Plasma giant screen TV turned on. Now to figure out which button did