Hark! Upon the moonlit floe doth stride Pinius the Warder, a curious melding of man’s sinew and penguin’s plumes. Clad in glist’ning hides he keepeth watch o’er his waddling kin, felling ravenous seals and warding off the bitter storm. By oath and ancient ice-forged spear he swears no penguin shall know fear while he yet breathes the frosty air.