100 word challenge my penguin By James
“STOP IT!” I swiveled, batting his small beak away. “That’s my fish your eyeing.”
Slippery feathers touched my skin, wet feet trampled over our polished floor and beady yellow eyes scanned me. I was lucky.
No one in our school had a penguin; they all had pets. Well except Ron, his family far to big for pets he claimed, proudly, that he had other things to do. He was a wanderlust person; seeming never staying at home.
I took my penguin outside.
He flapped his wings, took a run up and flew
“I didn’t realize you could fly” I whispered.