The male drops his offering at the female’s feet. She examines the rock, contemplating if it’s worth starting a nest with this other penguin.
Then, she realises the gift it isn’t a stone, but a human eye.
On the beach: butchered “ecotourists,” pecked to ribbons by frustrated seabirds. Penguins are tired of oil spills, of habitat loss.
The appreciative female squawks. Her happy suitor dances.
However, a rival appears, delivering his own present—a man’s skull, dragged in by tongue.
The female returns the eye to her first admirer, now looking ahead to a future with a more impressive mate.
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