Every year Emmie and I have made this journey, but I have not made a nest yet. Each year my eggs just keep dropping to the bottom of the ocean. I have to get rid of them to swim all the way back to my feeding grounds.

Tonight I saw those creatures again, but they do not seem to want to hurt me. I wonder why they were talking about Old Faithful.

I am going to try to dig my nest again tonight. I know I can get it right this time.

My new friends were there again. They helped me as I dug my nest. They had funny looking flippers. I feel so much lighter now. My new friends waited and watched until I made my way back to my cool ocean home. I wonder if I will ever see them again.

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