I love penguins. I go to zoos (pretty much solely) for the penguins and rate them accordingly, which is why San Diego Zoo fails — there are no penguins (what is up with that) — but Central Park Zoo wins — it has penguins. Can’t say I like zoos, though — they speak too much about humanity’s proclivity to make spectacles of things (I’m sorry; am I reading too much into it? But, in my defense, I was alone at the zoo, so what did you expect to happen in my brain? I’ve got a lot to say in regards to the claim, We wouldn’t be who we are without our memories, too.).

But, back to penguins: this penguin was king of his own rock, and look how exultant he is! And how fluffy!!!