Walking through the snow in Antarctica, you carried a bucket of fish in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. The cold wind nipped at your face as you trekked forward. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you. Turning around, you saw a female penguin waddling after you, her beady eyes locked on the bucket.

“Hey! You planning to share those fish, or what?” the penguin spoke, her voice surprisingly sharp. You blinked, taken aback. She tilted her head. “I’ve been following you for miles, and I gotta say, those fish look pretty tasty.”