Meet Patricia

one day, patricia woke up to find her house unbearably warm. she had no idea what happened or what was going on. you see, patricia is a penguin and her house was now... melting! she herself didn't know what to do. with sweat dripping from her oily flippers she slipped and slid her way her way out of the now collapsing front door. what?!! what's this?!! it's... it's green? a confused patricia thought to herself. soon after escaping her home, just barely passing the front door as it collapsed, she realized her home was indeed (according to her own thoughts) no longer in the same place in which it was, just the evening past. i guess that's what you get with one to many sherries and sardines she pondered. somehow, someway her cozy home had managed to lodge itself directly between two immensely large 'trees' bearing fuzzy round ball-like objects. well of course, she had no idea what to call these giants now surrounding her home, but she supposed 'tree' would reach a proper effect, not even knowing where the words themselves came from she realized these 'trees' were maliciously throwing their round balls down in the direction of her house. well now! hey there!! she exclaimed. as one plunged straight through her melting roof. the collapse of her roof sent her shuddering to the ground into a pile of hot, gritty, yellow stuff. shouting and waving her flippers in protest, she soon realized her futility as the brown, fuzzy bombs continued to fall on her house... ruining it to a pile of quickly melting ice and snow. what sort of inhospitable place is this?! she frowned to herself. twisting around she brought herself up and resigned herself to begin the exploration of this... place... she had been so rudely thrown into.

TAY~! Where's my TAY!!