March of the Penguins
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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There are a few places harder to get to in this world, but there aren't any where it's harder to live. The average temperature here at the bottom of the earth is a balmy 58 degrees below. That's when the sun is out. It wasn't always like this. On article used to be a tropical place, densely forested and teeming with life. But then the continent started to drift south. By the time it was done, drifting dense forest had been replaced with the new ground cover ice. As for the former inhabitants, they all died or moved on long ago. Well, almost all of them. Legend has it one tribe stayed behind. Perhaps they thought that the change in weather was only temporary. Or maybe they were just stubborn. But whatever their reason, thes stalwart souls refused to leave. For millions of years, they have made their home in the darkest, driest, windiest and coldest continent on Earth. On they have done so pretty much alone. So in some ways this is a story of survival, a tale of life over death. But it's more than that, really. This is a story about, like most love stories, it begins with an act of utter foolishness. Theo Emperor Penguin is technically a bird, although one that makes his home in the sea. So if you're wondering what he's doing up here in the ice, well, that's part of our story. Each year, at around the same time, he will leave the comfort of his ocean home and embark on a remarkable journey. He will travel a great distance, and though he is a bird, he won't fly. Though he lives in the sea, he won't swim. Mostly he will walk, but he won't walk alone. It is March. Summer is over on another long polar winter is about to begin. Birds have been feeding in the ocean waters for three months. Now the bellies full. It is time to find a make breeding ground can be up to 70 miles away. To get there, they will walk day and night continuously, sometimes for a week. It is alone, dangerous and seemingly impossible journey, and some of them will not survive it. Nonetheless, when the last of the clan is finally clamored onto the ice, their long march will begin, just as it has for thousands of years.