Please

  The girl begged her mother for two of the largest sparkling pieces of copper and nickel that she had with her.  After a few seconds of her daughters incessant pleading, the mother relented and gracefully picked the round, glistening pieces from the pocket in her pants and placed them in the chubby hands of her daughter.  The girl pranced over to the towering device of metal and glass and stared, long and hard.  A lion from the jungle was staring from the corner.  A bunny from the meadow stuck out in the middle.  A fish from the deep blue was in the back.  After a short while, her eyes became transfixed on the midnight and snowy penguin in the front.  Had it just made its way from the South Pole?  Did it swim well?  How did it use its beak?  Answers, the girl thought.  She needed answers.  The girl carefully inserted the pieces from her mother into the sky high machine and precisely navigated the device to the exact location of the penguin.  Not too far this way, not too far that way.  She quickly ran to the other sides of the contraption to check for accuracy.  "Perfect," she thought, and she pursued the mission further.  The hand wavered over the top of the penguin and grasped it right around the stomach.  The girl quickly took a breath in and bit her lip, anxiously, as the hand holding her penguin swung perilously back and forth.  After what seemed like an eternity, the hand stopped over a deep hole and released the penguin, which plunged into a world of darkness for just a second before the girl grabbed it and brought it to the light.  She smiled and held her new friend tight, for her questions of but a minute and a half would now have answers.