The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 53)

Pingüi was a very restless penguin, something extravagant, something annoying ... He could not live without attention, then a cardboard knife was built, he went down the street cutting random hopes, that they dreamed the greatness someday to reach. Pingüi made fun of his cousin Inguis so much, that the second of this story didn't think about it anymore and threw himself into the sea, into the sea of ​​sorrows, where true was never ever, and once there you entered, hardly anyone escaped.

It seems that Pingui was delighted in his disappointment, had sparked his illusion and it was that fear that arose from people just by seeing him, that he did everything much better. Little by little everyone went away from him, but they did not leave unharmed, most were not seen again smiling, others could not even sleep and there was a small group that no longer even wanted to live.

What a day ... Everyone was afraid of the evil prince, cruel and heartless Pingui, had they really educated him? Well, dad and mom said "it's better to let it be a while." And so some days passed, days that turned years, just by hearing Pingui's laughter; his environment was completely extinguished, people began to increase fear, he had ended the dream and hope of many. Pingui was truly a very strange being.

Did I mention that your weapon was made of cardboard? How can something so banal hurt you? It's a hard blow filled with insecurity, you felt the emptiness and the fall into the abyss. But it is cardboard, and it easily breaks, they dethroned him before his coronation, and nobody explains how it happened, they say it all started when another penguin answered him, when the penguin pushed him, when his "best friend" or rather his jester abandoned him.

Pingui pays his karma, only in despair, his soul is now a slave and his cardboard knife turned out to be adorned, with renewed dreams and hopes. Gradually the laughter returned, a definitive goodbye to infinite vulnerability, today was the day when unique beings showed a beautiful smile. "The unique beings" ... It seems even taken from a magazine, but it is a world population, because we all have something special, although many do not know how to appreciate it and some have even let it go because it gave them completely the same, despite that several have let it go to waste, everyone has an exceptional, unwavering, phenomenal gift, something that cardboard knives can never cut, because beyond the obvious, the important thing is not to stop dreaming, even though the clouds come together and they tell you by divine signs that it will never come true, that 1% is also a probability, which should never be ruled out.