Emma gazed up at the vast expanse of twinkling stars that blanketed the navy blue landscape. It was a warm September night, and she had re-discovered her favourite part of Central Park. The humans had surrounded this particular area with a hedge, which was hiding an electrical fence, because they wanted to keep the area pollution, and human free. But Emma had found a tiny gap in the fence, one only a پینگوئن, پیںگان could possibly fit through. She still remembered the first time she stumbled across it, how... awestruck she was. It was a small clearing, trees surrounding the hedges, a small ہل, لندن in...
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