The Emperer Penguin

The habits of the migrating penguin encampment can be directly observed by viewing thier Emperor. Contrary to popular belief, when surrounded by his followers, he is quite a jolly old fellow. Enciting laughter amoung the more decent amoung the flock with not only his large girth but his actions as well. Pouring a pitcher or 13 of beer for all to enjoy, and ordering some sorry ass pizza on his tab for all to partake in.
Local Pizzle Shoppe Pizza gives them gas, the beer is flat, but then again drunk penguins are quite amusing. Those who fart uncontrolably while running to the restroom are quite funny to say the least. Some even go as far as dancing about him like court jestors.
He seems to coax his small colony with mediocre promises. Promises of wealth and splendor beyond all imagination. Large toboggins propelled by an actual motor, group health insurance, raises from one fish a day to one and a quarter and such.
Today, we find him in his toboggin shouting orders to the newest amoung them. A small marionette that had forgotten his Royal tea and crumpets and was repremanded with a large ball of snow.
Needless to add, the atrocity of the situation was the apparant lack of compassion shown by his Royal Highness. Upon the delivery of said snow he did laugh and giggle like Jolly Old St. Nick could be pictured doing. Quite a site to see, I might add.
All the while his closest followers were inciting laughter of their own while throwing snowballs in the direction of the newcomer. However, the small one did throw a few at the penguins surrounding him and did snicker a time or two. The Emperor was not pleased. The jolly fellow simply nodded his head and the mean old penguins did jump to attention.
The bourgese did then surround the small penguin and attacked him with full force. The small one did his best to stand during the pummeling. Large snowballs filled with rocks and the like were tossed, thrown and chucked at our hero. The little penguin fell to the ground and cried, covering his small head with his flippers. A great task in and of itself.
It was a sad site to see, my dear friends, a sad site indeed. There is nothing worse than a crying penguin. Especially one who is constantly persecuted by his own kind. One who wants nothing more than to simply fit in. One that knows he never will.