Penguin, shouted Tom, penguin... please.....pretty please nice and kind Malcolm....might I take one of those home in the van with me....even just for a little while.
Malcolm gathered his thoughts and his kindness together.
'We have nothing to feed it on....anyway....where would it sleep.
Tom, thinking of the fish fingers in the freezer and the Birds Eye advert shouted again.....'let the penguin come home with me and, he thought for a moment, this six foot man with wispy red hair and a habit of waving his arms in the air....then stopping abruptly.
Poor Malcolm was floundering now. No-one takes penguins home. It's a punishable offence....goodness knows what the keepers will do.
Suddenly, there was a possible diversion; in the form of plastic swans ahead.....floating innocently on the lake. The sort people pedal in and pure fun in....certainly not one's you could take home with you. Now, whatever might Tom do.