The penguins exstaticly waddled out of the zoo under the luminous moonlit sky. That night they were going camping in the wooded part of the park. But as they got closer to the shadowy forest. A misgiving feeling arose in each one of the penguins.
P: "Skipper, I think it would be best if we went back. Don't あなた think?"
S: "Why? Don't tell me your intimadated, Private."
They all sat around a roaring campfire. Rico spit up a bag at its capacity in marshmallows.
S: "Smores anyone?"
R: "Smores!"
Rico spit up four sticks, and soon the penguins were roasting their marshmallows.
S: "How about some campfire...
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