THE SNOW STORM 
ENGUIN TOWN was not 
after all as bad as Stormy Pet¬ 
rel thought it. People who 
live in town very often get 
along well enough among 
themselves, but a stranger 
finds it rather hard to come in and join their 
group in peace, especially if he is a tramp and 
seems to desire to meddle with other folks’ habits. 
The Penguin people did steal without shame 
from one another, but then everyone expected 
it, and it had become a game of wits among 
them each spring. In due time things settled 
down to the natural life of a small town, and 
very soon there was a large egg in every home. 
Then Father and Mother Penguin took turns 
about holding the eggs on their knees to keep it 
up from the cold, damp earth. This, with the 
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