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... e a penguin with those grown legs.

Then, with tottering steps, it came walking to me.

It appears that even if it can’t talk, it can understand what I’m saying.

When I try walking a few steps, it follows me with its short legs.

Though now that I know that it’s a brave guy, what can I do?

When I crouch down and watch it carefully, I noticed that the egg had something like a crack for a mouth.

If it has a mouth, then I have to try feeding it with some ...

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