Percy the Penguin Patrols the Poles E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 86

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Percy the Penguin is a young, courageous penguin who dreams of protecting his icy home as the newest member of the Polar Patrol. After taking an oath to safeguard the fragile polar environment, Percy discovers that a crucial ice floe, Floe Fourteen home to many of his friends has mysteriously vanished. Determined to solve the mystery, he embarks on his first official mission, following clues that lead him farther from the safety of his colony. As night falls, Percy finds shelter with Aurora, a mystical fox-like guardian who hints at hidden secrets and challenges awaiting him in the polar wilderness. Percy's journey to protect the poles has just begun, filled with adventure, friendship, and the promise of uncovering deep mysteries beneath the frozen skies.

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Percy the Penguin Patrols the Poles

Author: Kelly Johnson

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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Percy’s Promise

Chapter 2: The Missing Ice Floe

Chapter 3: Aurora’s Secret Message

Chapter 4: Snowstorm Surprise

Chapter 5: Trouble at the Top

Chapter 6: Southbound and Brave

Chapter 7: The Fire Rocks

Chapter 8: Operation Cool Down

Chapter 9: The Sky Ice Ceremony

Chapter 10: Patrol Forever

Title: Percy the Penguin Patrols the Poles

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: Percy’s Promise

The snow sparkled like sugar crystals scattered across a vast, icy feast, each flake catching the sunlight and sending tiny rainbows dancing through the crisp morning air. The chill was sharp but invigorating, wrapping every penguin and creature in a bracing hug that made their breaths puff out in frosty clouds. A gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the sea and the faintest hint of snowberries blooming just beyond the ice cliffs.

One by one, penguins of every size and stripe waddled toward the grand ice plaza—the heart of their frozen world and the stage for the most important day of the year. Chicks with fluffy down feathers trailed behind their parents, their tiny feet slipping and sliding with eager excitement. Older penguins stood tall and proud, their sleek feathers shining like polished jet under the glaring sun. The air buzzed with murmurs of anticipation and the crunch of claws against ice.

Tall ice towers framed the plaza, towering spires sculpted by the wind and frost, gleaming like giant crystals. From their tips fluttered banners crafted from shimmering fish scales—iridescent strips that flickered shades of silver, blue, and green as they caught the light. These banners whispered softly in the breeze, a shimmering salute to the Polar Patrol and all they stood for.

The rhythmic beat of drums filled the air—a deep, sonorous sound unlike anything heard beyond the poles. The walruses, hefty and wise, sat cross-flippered on slabs of ice, expertly tapping frozen fish against ancient bones to create the ceremonial rhythm. Their music echoed like thunder rolling gently over the ice fields, sending ripples through the crowd and stirring excitement in every heart.

At the very center of the plaza stood Percy, the smallest penguin among a sea of proud faces but the one with the biggest dream. His feathers were meticulously preened, sleek and shining in the sunlight, though a few rebellious down tufts still clung stubbornly near his neck. His bright yellow patrol scarf, the symbol of courage and dedication, was tied just so—but despite his careful effort, it kept slipping from his tiny shoulders, fluttering like a hopeful banner in the wind.

Percy’s flippers trembled—not from the biting cold, but from a whirlwind of nerves swirling deep inside him. Today was his day: the day he would become the youngest member of the Polar Patrol in all of history, a team sworn to protect the fragile beauty of the poles. The weight of this honor settled on him, thrilling and terrifying all at once.

“Deep breath, Percy,” said Captain Tundra, a towering emperor penguin whose feathers looked like sculpted ice and whose voice rumbled like cracking glaciers. He lowered his massive flipper to rest gently on Percy’s shoulder, a steadying presence in the sea of faces. “You’ve earned this honor, little one. We’ve seen your bravery in the frozen storms—how you rescued that baby seal lost in the drift last winter, how you mapped the secret ice caves when no one else dared to go. You’re ready.”

Percy straightened his back, trying his best to look calm and confident. Inside, his heart was pounding so loudly it felt like a drum made of packed snowbeats, echoing through his chest. He stole a glance at the crowd, and his nerves melted a little at the sight of familiar faces beaming with pride.

There was his mother, her eyes shining with warmth and relief, and his father, standing tall with a proud smile that crinkled the corners of his beak. Nearby, his little sister Penelope bounced up and down so quickly that she looked like a tiny, excited puffball of fluff. Even Grumble, the notoriously cranky old puffin from the neighboring iceberg, had waddled over, his usual scowl softened into a rare grin.

Then, a hush fell over the gathered animals. The once lively plaza grew still as the High Chiller, a venerable narwhal with a majestic horn gleaming like a frozen rainbow, rose from the ceremonial circle. His deep, melodious voice carried over the silent crowd as he began the ancient oath that bound the Polar Patrol together—words that spoke of courage, kindness, and the eternal promise to protect the fragile wonders of their icy world.

“Citizens of the Poles,” the High Chiller announced, his voice flowing like slow-moving snowmelt, “today we welcome a new guardian into our ranks—a brave heart, a quick thinker, and a true protector of all things icy. Step forward, Percy the Penguin.”

Percy waddled forward, the snow crunching quietly beneath his feet. He stood before the Ice Altar, carved from the oldest glacier and glowing with a faint blue light. The oath stone shimmered in front of him, etched with ancient runes from both poles—North and South.

“Place your flipper on the stone,” the High Chiller said, “and speak your promise.”

Percy took a deep breath. He placed his flipper gently on the smooth, cold surface. A soft hum filled the air as the stone recognized his touch.

“I, Percy the Penguin,” he began, his voice clear despite the fluttering in his belly, “promise to protect the snowy lands and frozen seas. I vow to watch over the creatures of the cold and listen to the whispers of the wind. I will keep the balance of the Poles, from the smallest snowflake to the tallest glacier. This is my promise as a member of the Polar Patrol.”

As the last word left his beak, the stone glowed brighter and sent out a swirl of icy sparkles that spiraled into the sky. The crowd erupted into joyful squawks and flipper claps. Snow owls hooted in celebration, and even a pod of narwhals blew fountains of mist from the icy water nearby.

Captain Tundra leaned down and pinned a silver patrol badge on Percy’s scarf. “Welcome to the Patrol, Officer Percy.”

Percy’s chest swelled with pride. He wasn’t just a little penguin anymore—he was a protector now. The ice, the animals, the stars above—they were all counting on him.

And somewhere, far beyond the horizon, something stirred in the wind… a tiny hint of trouble that only a true Polar Patroller could face.

But for now, Percy grinned wide, raised his flipper high, and shouted, “For the Poles!”

The crowd cheered. His journey had just begun.

Chapter 2: The Missing Ice Floe

The sun peeked over the horizon like a sleepy golden eye slowly opening to greet the new day. Its soft light spilled across the vast icy expanse, casting long, glittering beams that danced and shimmered on the snow and ice like a thousand tiny diamonds. The sky was painted with delicate streaks of pink and lavender, a gentle promise of warmth in a world usually wrapped in cold.

Percy stretched his flippers wide, feeling the satisfying pull through his muscles after a long night’s rest. He yawned, a big, slow penguin yawn that sent a puff of frosty breath curling up into the crisp morning air. The cool breeze played with the soft feathers on his belly and ruffled the ends of his bright yellow patrol scarf, making it flap like a flag in the wind. Today was no ordinary day. Today was his first full day as an official member of the Polar Patrol—a team of brave animals sworn to protect the fragile wonders of the North and South Poles. Percy’s heart swelled with pride and determination. He was going to do his very best.

He slid out of his cozy snow nest, the ice sparkling beneath his feet as he waddled toward the ridge overlooking the colony. Captain Tundra’s words echoed in his mind: “Always keep watch over the outer edges. That’s where danger likes to sneak in.” With purpose, Percy climbed the gentle slope, his tiny feet crunching softly on the frosty snow.

From the ridge, the sea stretched out like a vast mirror, reflecting the sky’s pastel colors. Small ice floes drifted lazily, some large enough to hold families of seals sunning themselves, others hosting clusters of puffins balancing awkwardly on their tiny webbed feet. The world was peaceful and still, as if holding its breath for the day ahead.

But then Percy’s bright eyes narrowed. Something didn’t feel right.

He blinked once.

And blinked again.

The largest ice floe near the colony—Floe Fourteen—was missing.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Where’s Floe Fourteen?” Percy murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. His breath billowed out in soft clouds, swirling and twisting in the cold air.

Floe Fourteen was no ordinary chunk of ice. It was a bustling little world all its own—a place where a family of clever Arctic foxes made their home, where Wobble the walrus could be found napping in the sun, and where migrating seabirds stopped to rest during their long journeys. It was the kind of landmark that no penguin could ever miss.

But now, the floe was gone. Vanished as if swept away by a mysterious hand.

Panic prickled up Percy’s spine. He wasted no time. Racing down the ridge, his small feet kicked up soft puffs of snow behind him like tiny clouds. The wind tugged at his scarf as he hurried toward the patrol post where the official map was kept—an ancient slab of ice carved carefully with the shapes of every ice floe, glacier, and sea inlet in the region.