Gordon T. Puffin was on vacation. He lived in Atlantic Canada and it was full-blown winter there. His half frostbitten bones were ready for some warm weather to relax in. A tropical drink was in order, some soft sand between his toes and maybe some nice juicy papayas and a fresh fish to boot! With the warm, southern sun, light breeze and his ice, cold drink, Gordon was in heaven.
He was so relaxed that his eyeballs were getting a little heavy. It was a long flight to get here and his wings were rather tired from swimming early this morning. Those ocean waves sure made a relaxing sound as they crashed in and out; kind of like a lullaby. A quiet voice whispered in his head 'did you remember to put suntan lotion on? You don't want to get a sun burnt beak . . . ' Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz