PENGUIN VILLAGE 
45 
“I am going to live in a real feathered folks 
town,” Stormy exclaimed joyously, as he 
watched the long line of people toiling up the 
hill, “a real town, with streets and houses and 
all the home comforts. If I had just been 
brought up in a place like that, perhaps I should 
not have become a tramp. But perhaps it was 
so lonesome way out in the country that I just 
couldn’t like it. But now, I hope I can give 
up my wanderings and settle down with these 
sensible, quiet people in their real town.” 
“It must be grand to live in a real town,” he 
repeated to Emperor Penguin, as he reached 
the crest of the hill before his companions. 
Emperor just looked at Stormy and said 
nothing. Someway Stormy couldn’t help think¬ 
ing there was a rather odd look in his eyes as 
he flopped down on his stomach and went to¬ 
bogganing down the hill toward that real town 
with streets and hundreds of houses. 
“We have now reached our place,” spoke 
the Emperor a few days later. He said it rather 
