The Adventure of Percy Penguin

Percy Penguin sat by the edge of the water; sometime looking into the sky, sometimes looking into the water, all the time occupying his mind with idle, unimportant thoughts. His friend the River Otter approached.
"Good afternoon Percy!" River Otter said.
"Good day River Otter!" Percy replied.
"What are you doing today, Percy?" River Otter inquired.
"Oh, nothing River Otter. I'm just thinking idle thoughts." Percy replied.
"Oh Percy! How I envy your youth and idleness. I am a very busy Otter, what with my running a multi-national corporation and six philanthropic foundations. Those combined with my inveterate womanizing and amphetamine addictions leaves me very little time for quiet reflection."
"Would you like to get some ice cream?" Percy asked River Otter, his eyes filled with wonder and delight and possibility.
"I'm afraid I have a conference call." River Otter said, trotting off.

Percy returned to his ruminations by the water's edge. Soon he heard a slurping and squelching sound. Such a sound could only mean one thing. Slondor!!!! He turned and waited for his friend's arrival, for his arrival was always preceeded by a slurping a squelching sound. Slondor is a sentient pustule from the Yzyzalt mega-cluster. He is also one of Percy's friends.
"Oi Percy." Slondor said.
"Oi Slondor!" Percy said excitedly.
"What are you doing today Percy?" Slondor inquired.
"Just thinking pleasant things." Percy replied.
"Hmm," Slondor gurgled. "My mind is an abyss of torment."
"Would you like some ice cream."
"Ice cream would only exacerbate the waking hell that is my existence. Farewell Percy, this may well be the last time you see me." This was Slondor's traditional farewell. He slurped and squelched away.

Moments later, another of Percy's friends appeared. It was Dimitri Medvedev, the President of Russia.
"Hello my little friend." Dimitri Medvedev said.
"Hello!" Percy replied enthusiastically. "Would you like to get some ice cream with me?"
"I would, but alas, I am a cheap esoteric reference, meant to illicit laughter. This world is not my own. It belong in a world with real problems, and not one occupied by precocious adorable penguins. I might as well be Johnathan Taylor Thomas."
Percy looked crestfallen.
"Don't take that as a rebuke, my friend. My heart is filled only with affection for you."
Percy flapped his wings in happiness.
"But I must take leave of you." And with that Dimitri Medvedev.

Then and ice cream cone fell from the sky.
"Yay! Ice Cream!" Percy exclaimed. He ate the ice cream with gusto.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, and William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden. This week's theme: 'Penguins'.