When all the commotion dissipated, what was obvious is: that it’s not the size of the beast in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the beast. The Penguins, with inferior weapons and small stature, defeated 3 of its adversaries with strategy and tenacity. They did not want to totally annihilate their enemies because each of them has intimate knowledge of an environment that is foreign to them. The Penguins dispatched a top notch, owl diplomat, by the name of Herman Kissassanger, to arrive at favorable terms for all involved. During the discussions, a common complaint was duly noted and was used as a bargaining card to unite the former belligerents. It centered on a species that was disrupting the balance of nature and was raping the natural resources that all 4 parties used to enjoy a century ago. Until the Polar War emerged, no group knew that they all shared a common enemy. HUMANS! Mr. Kissassanger used this common denominator as method to get all 4 parties to forget their former hatreds and unite together, as one organized force, to defeat these savages and rid the world of these parasitic viruses. The Polar Pact of 1993 was ratified by all parties involved and a war rally was held in a lagoon on the Galapagos Islands. A vacationing group of tourists from Winnipeg, Canada had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, as the 23 people were mercilessly slaughtered. No human had a chance to sound an alarm as their cell phones and cameras were smashed by the Polar Bears and were buried by the Galapagos Sea Turtles who joined the ranks of the rebels. Memories of being turned into turtle soup was the motivating factor for them. As the Marine Marauders danced around the pile of bloody bones and broken sunglasses, their war chants could be heard for miles over the calm waters. A group on holiday from England that were on a distant island mistook the enraged, emotional chants of the war party as a Polynesian pig roast. To be continued….