Montreal, Canada
In 1992, a penguin came down to earth in the form of a penguin. Let’s call him “Dr. Edgar Packard Squigglebaum”. Squiggy roamed the seven seas in search of a soul mate. He never found one. But he did party a lot. He partied in Jamaica, he partied in Russia, he partied in Kenya, he partied everywhere he could shake his proverbial little tail feather.
He was a well-travelled penguin, a cultivated little creature, and the only thing that demonstrated this more than the unsystematic assembly of strange stickers on his suitcase, was a ferocious flame that embodied the insatiable soif-de-vie in his eyes. While he visited many interesting places, he had to keep moving.
As Squiggy bounced between borders, he learned to leave all his expectations and enjoy new experiences. The road ahead was far more fascinating than what he was familiar with. Those that do not explore, do not understand. However one thing is certain: Squiggy knew how to party, and he was always looking for another way out.
