Plenty of my friends can fly, those who cannot simply point their beaks to biology.
And when their reasoning is met with fierce debate, philosophy is then reluctantly brought up.
Everyone’s strengths are different.
Some can’t climb trees; some can’t swim; and some find the time to exploit the weaknesses of these lowly creatures to justify their insolence and inability to dream.
Of course penguins can fly, and those who say they can’t are no longer my friends.
To prove my point, I searched above the clouds for an idea to strike me like an eagle diving mid-air for Sissy Sparrow, and I caught the wind of an ingenious idea.
I don’t need to have pretty feathers like Proud Peacock (he can’t fly), or flap around busily like Holly Hen (she can’t fly either).
All I need to do, as what Edgar Eagle said, is to find the highest iceberg, glide, spread my wings, and take off~