YOU ARE SITTING ON ME.
Mr Penguin leapt up, his flippers suddenly a blur of digging action.
Within seconds, Colin popped out of the snow like a cork from a champagne bottle. Mr Penguin wiped ice from his friend’s frozen monobrow.
“HOORAY!” hooted Mr Penguin. “WE ARE ALL BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!”
He danced in the snow in a very giddy fashion.