Winter Wonderland Page #2
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- 1946
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A waterspout off the port bow.
But it proved to be
the Juan Fernandez Islands
where Robinson Crusoe once lived.
And still does, apparently.
Four bells and all's well.
According to Pablo's chart,
he should be nearing Via del Mar.
And strangely enough,
that's just where he is.
He sailed past Lima,
the capital of Peru,
hugging the coastline
with a tenacity of purpose
seldom found in a penguin.
One day, his telescope picked out
a city high up on top of a mountain.
The map said it was Quito.
And it was right smack
on the equator.
It wasn't as easy to cross,
but with a little help from Neptune,
he made it.
Making a left turn,
he followed the equator,
headed for the Galapagos Islands.
Ah, that good old sun!
Pablo felt
He hadn't counted on this.
Help! Man the pumps!
She's sprung a leak.
Pipe all hands on deck! Do things!
Get going! Take to the lifeboats!
Abandon ship!
Unruffle the mizzenmast
and man the poops.
Don't just stand there. Get going!
Swab the decks and... Heavens!
Look. What's that?
Just what he's been looking for.
Pablo has finally reached
the isle of his dreams.
And, so as the warm tropical sun
sinks slowly in the west,
a bird in paradise,
a picture of health
in his new coat of tan.
He should be
the happiest penguin in the world.
Only, sometimes,
he gets to thinking...
Christmas is a special time when
miraculous things can happen.
It was that way
Legend tells us that
it was during the Christmas season
that something happened to him
that would change his life forever.
Let's go far back in time
to merry old England
when knighthood was in flower
and miraculous things did happen.
Here's to victory in London
for my son, Kay.
Sir Kay.
I've been knighted, don't forget.
Of course, son, of course.
Here's to Sir Kay. And, who knows,
the future king of all England.
Watch it, will you?
Kay, the king?
What a dreadful thought.
Sir Ector!
Hobbs has come down
with the mumps.
He's all puffed up like a toad.
Then Kay will need another squire,
hang it all.
- Wart, you're it.
- I'm what, sir?
- Kay's squire. You're off to London.
- Sir Ector.
For the crown of all England,
let the tournament begin.
Kay! Now it's up to the swords.
Swords? Oh, no!
- Kay?
- What?
I forgot your sword.
Forgot my sword?
I left it back at the inn.
Why, you bumbling little fool. I...
You'd better get it
or don't you dare come back.
Let me in. Let me in.
Somebody, please. Please, let me in.
It's no use, boy.
They've all gone to the tournament.
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