Jerry the flying penguin

Jerry the penguin was walking across the tundra one day when he saw a very peculiar sight. ‘Why that is a centipede.” He said to no one in particular.

“Yes, I am a centipede.” The centipede said, “I have been crawling through this desolate land for days.

“Why, Mr. Centipede,” Jerry commented, “You have no legs.”

“I know,” he wailed, “That’s me, Allan, the legless-centipede.”

“Not to worry,” Jerry said, “I can fly.” So Alan hopped onto Jerry’s back, and they flew all the way to California. When they landed, a small kid ran up to them.

“Wow, that was amazing!” he shouted, a broad smile across his face.

“What’s your deal?” Jerry asked, “Why are you so… happy?”

“I’m Emo!” he shouted, still smiling. Now that they noticed it, he did dress kind of emo, and his hairstyle matched, but he was too…. Happy. So they got away from the creepy happy emo kid as fast as they could. They then stumbled upon a young jogger. She looked at them with a sad expression upon her face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jerry asked unemotionally

“I have no friends.” She said, looking down.

“I’ll be your friend!” Alan yelled.

“Okay!” she immediately perked up.

“Well, I’m so glad that everything turned out good.” Jerry said, “So, I’m gonna go back to my depressing life as a flying penguin. He flies up, turns around midair, and smack right into a pole.

“Are you alright?” Alan asked, rushing up to Jerry, suppressing a laugh,

“Of course!” He said.

“Why don’t you stay with us?” The athlete asked.

“Sure, I guess so.” Jerry mumbled. SO they all lived happily every…. Jerry hit a pole again.