The March
Life can be hard on the frozen ice.
Every year, it's the same thing. Our long and tiring march. The best part is that I can usually catch up with long-lost friends. This year was no different. I was so happy to see Julie. I flapped my flipper and yelled, "Hey, Julie. Over here. It’s Paula." She saw me, and she and her young one waddled over to see me and my young chick. She wrapped her flippers around me and asked, "So nice to see you, Paula. Seems like for...