Peter,
Pat and Penny puffin lived on the cliffs of northwestern Scotland. All day
long they flew back and forth from the cliffs to the sea.
Penny
yawned and stroked her feathers. “I'm tired of all this flying back and
forth. From now on I want each of you to bring me back some fish. I'm the
big sister and don't forget that.”
Peter and
Pat didn't like this idea. Why should they do all the work? So they
ignored Penny. In the morning at dawn's first light, they flew down to the
sea.
Penny
shouted, “Bring me back some fish.”
Peter and
Pat dove into the sea and each caught a few fish. Gobbling them down, Pat
said, “I'm not going to catch any fish for Penny. She's lazy. She can come
and catch her own.” Pat finished gobbling her fish and flew off to catch
more.
Peter and
Pat stood on the beach with fish dangling from their mouths. Penny flew
down and landed next to them. “Well? Where's my fish? You made me fly all
the way down here from the cliff.”
Peter
flew into the sky and headed for the sea. Pat swallowed her fish. “There
are plenty of fish in the sea, Penny. You can go and catch your own.” Pat
flew away to join her brother.
Penny
stood and stood, not knowing what to do. She saw the waves rolling around
her feet. Her tummy rumbled. “I suppose I'll have to catch my own then.”
And she did. |