A Penguin Was Driving Through The South...

A penguin was driving through the South, the Deep South in late August. "Whew! It sure is hot!" the penguin panted from behind the wheel of his car.

Suddenly, the car fails the penguin and he has to push it down a bumpy road to the next town. He got out, and with all his strength in his weak flippers, he pushed the car over hill and dale.

"Whew!" he sighed.

As luck would have it, there was a mechanic in town, and he told the penguin that he'd have to spend some time with the car. "Why don't you come back in an hour or so?"

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the penguin spied an ice cream shop. "Hurray!" he cried. "I'll be back, toot sweet!" he said.

He ordered the tallest vanilla ice cream he could hold between his wings... those miserable fins could barely manage the scoops upon scoops of creamy goodness. The cone was so tall that more of it ended up on the penguin than in him!

"Yummy! That was very very good!" the penguin said, smacking his lips.

He waddled back to the mechanic who was ready to give the little fellow an update. The mechanic looked at the penguin sternly. The gaskets and seals on the engine were severely damaged after years of driving without a routine check, and it was certainly going to be expensive.

"Well, it looks like you blew a seal."

"Oh no, that's just ice cream!" the penguin said, wiping the ice cream from his chin.

My grandpa told me this one. Goodness knows who he heard it from.

Apologies for formatting, I'm on mobile.