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Instinct had them huddling together as they had on the ice.
The fiery wave came, freezing them forever in lava.
It was over in seconds.
Time and the elements had worn them down, but if you looked closely and the angle was right, you could see quite clearly what they had been.
The question was how they got here in the first place.
They didn’t belong, not here in these woods, not this country, not even this continent.
None of the theories of being washed up on the beach, lifted in the throes of a hurricane or evolution held water.
It became a place of Wonder and Honour to the dead:
Five Penguins looking to the sky, if not singing to it, as their destiny was sealed.