The Legend of the Golden Puffle

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The Legend of the Golden Puffle is a story that was published in the Penguin Tales: Spring '07. It is about a penguin who finds a golden puffle in a mine. This story was written by a penguin named Icmer. It is the most well known Penguin Tales story. It may have been the basis for the hit play Quest for the Golden Puffle.

Story

One fine, snowy day in Club Penguin a penguin was mining for gold.

He carried a chisel in his left flipper and a hammer in his right flipper.

He was chipping away at the rock with the chisel when he saw a furry, yellow object scurry by.

"Eureka!" he shouted. "It looked a lot like a gold puffle," he thought to himself and quickly made a decision to find someone to tell about it.

The next day The Penguin Times joined him in the mine. The headline for the top story was, "Gold Puffle Discovered In Local Mine."

A penguin named Icmer took one look at the story and jumped. He was shocked, but knew exactly what was going on.

He ran straight to The Penguin Times. He saw a small, chubby penguin sitting at a desk with words on it. The words read:

The Penguin Times Publisher: Do Not Disturb.

He walked up to the publisher penguin and said, "excuse me, but..." he was interrupted by the publisher before he could finish. "Read the words," the chubby penguin said.

"But sir, this is important!" Icmer said.

"Read my lips: scram!" the penguin said. Icmer was very impatient, so he shouted straight in the publisher's face. "My pet has been found in a mine and now everyone thinks he's some sort of ancient gold puffle!"

"Woah!" screamed the publisher."You don't have to shout."

"Well it just seemed like a good idea because you would not listen to me when I used my inside voice," Icmer explained. The publisher ignored Icmer's comment and continued, "you were saying something about a puffle?"

"This is what happened. It was a lovely Sunday morning. I got up to feed my puffle, when I saw some yellow paint I bought hadtipped over onto my pet. I didn'thave enough money to bathe him so I thought I would takehim for a walk to the pool to wash the paint off."

"But as soon as I took him outside,he broke free from his leash and started digging a hole in the snow. I tried to stop him, but by the time I got to the spot he was digging, he had disappeared in the snow."

"You're concerned about this?" asked the publisher, rather disinterested.

"Well of course I am," replied Icmer.

"Hmph... it's in the cage over there," the publisher barked. Icmer walked over to his puffle, who was shaking with fear.

"You're going to make me a very famous penguin," he said as he opened the cage and picked up his pet.

The gold puffle settled down right away, happy to be with its owner again.

And so, since that day, Icmer has been soaking his puffle in yellow paint. As he does it, he thinks how silly he was to want to wash the yellow paint off his puffle in the first place.

He couldn't imagine his puffle any other way.

THE END