Pingu and Pingvina home again

Ok, maybe it‘s boring for you compared to our other crazy Pingu adventures, but in between our travels we didn’t just press our bums on the throne (it rather hurts to sit on the armrests), but got involved with some serious action stuff in Switzerland, too. My Papi took me to the mountains on his bike for example. The first bit was always depressing, he was sweating a lot (swearing, too) and coughing and breathing hard - it was similar to my camel rides in India. But after we reached the summits we dived head down these passes in fluff-raising speeds, my camels never managed to run that fast. He must have lost a lot of water because he always drank extreme amounts of beer after these trips.

My parents obviously thought that penguin kids were not enough, they wanted a pet to guard the house as well. In the zoo orphanage they ran past these tame octopus twins called Gary and Larry and they adopted both. Strangely they miowed and hunted birds, but with little bells on the tentacles it was less of a problem. But one of them had to go, so we sent Larry to England to my aunty. We got quite attached to that sucker Gary, he’s also evolved past any water contacts and is very fluffy, just like us. But he doesn’t talk, just a nice play pet for us kids.
In springtime I suddenly had the urge to build a nest for Pingvina, she appreciated my efforts but frankly, we didn’t know what to do with it. We stood around for at least two days and got bored. Quite a waste of time. We sometimes use it as a weekend cottage when it’s hot.

We also spent many weekends in the mountains together, walking in papi’s pant pockets, first sweating up the hills on foot and then the beer ceremony afterwards. We rode down in cable cars which was just right for Vini’s heart condition. She’s very sensitive but getting better now, at the beginning you couldn’t do anything with her.

One day we had some fun in a monster park that crazy Swiss artist called Bruno Weber built, it was cool and maybe one day I’ll build my own monster park. We also met a real monster in Basel, hundreds of years old, it’s the guard pet of the city and called Basilisk. It was pretty dried up and thirsty, they don’t feed it well. It took me 20 minutes to convince Pingvina to climb up into its claws for a photo - imagine my embarrassment, we had a real scene. Of course it was great to be up there, no worries at all and great posing. This thing never saw a famous Pingu before and was quite honoured to be photographed with us.