A lovely land is ours
A lovely land is ours
With beeches green about her
Encircled by the sea
Her hills and vales are manifold
Her name, of old, is Denmark
And she is Freya's home
In days of long-ago
This land was home to heroes
From war they rested here
Then forth they went, to smite the foe
Now to their graves they've gone
Among the barrow-stones
This land is yet so fair
Her waters yet so blue
"With her waters yet so blue", Skipper looked at his reflection in the clear, crystal edge of the Danish beach. Saw the rocks, saw the pebbles under the water. He sat down, watched the others around him. Playfully running, or just relaxing. But it was odd. Denmark was cold. Most of the time… but right now, he didn't focus on that. The penguin trudged into the water, waist deep. Then stared at the tiny land through the horizon. Sweden. The country that prospered, stayed out of wars, the country of Sweden was in eye's reach. He poised himself to swim, but was interrupted.
"Don't try to go there. I'va tried bef'oh, it isn't funn" said a throaty voice in a thick Scandinavian accent.
Skipper turned, saw a puffin, standing proud on a slight mound of sand. The puffin opened his beak again.
"Danmark's waters, yeh, my be blue, but cold. S-Sverige's, colder."
"I wasn't going to, and who are you?"
The other bird chuckled softly. "You may call me the bird of the Danskere. Hans. Hans the spopapegojer"
The penguin faced the water, then limped back toward the shore.
"You would go vahck, hehe. But dis is my land. This is my country. And vhat I said was an opinion. I never said don't go. If you want to, go right ahead. Sverige's not my countireh."
"Are you suggesting I nearly drown in these waters?"
"No, but I am just saying-"
"I'm not going out there"
"Ist that your final choice? Or are you going to change my-rather your, mind?"
Skipper scoffed, and just shook his head, trying to dry himself of the Danish ocean water.
"Ore maybe Danmark isn't the place for you"
"You know what, maybe it isn't!"
"Alrightie"
"And why all the country talk? You think 'Danmark' is the most superior country?"
"That's vhat you're sugdesting. And for your information, I do"
The penguin was speechless, it was a rare time when he didn't know what to say. In no comment, he slowly walked away.
"You know, I never said I vas mad at you. If you were more polite, I would've invitied you to de most vonderful restaurant in Copenhagen. It serves the most laekker fish"
There was a pause between them. For a short period, they could hear only the gulls, the people talking, and the ocean waves.
"Did you say fish?"
"Indeed I did"
"You Danes can really forgive in such a short time… even after a penguin yelled at you…"
"I didn't say I 'forgived', and I didn't say I was going to invite you"
"Stop messing around with me…"
"But you did nothing wronge, and I vill give you a free pass to de Fish restaurant"
Hans held out a thin slip of colored paper.
Skipper took it, and left without a thank you, or a retaliation. He just left, leaving only his tracks in the damp sand.
Hans didn't care. He had just completed the first phase in destroying the Penguins of Madagascar.
All spelling errors here were intentional to create a believable, hopefully, accent of a Danish puffin.
Learn some Danish-
Sverige- Sweden
Spopapegojer- Puffin
Laekker- Delicious
Danskere- Danes
