one word [peculiar]
(ref: here)
Waddling from shore to shore, the master penguin stood separate from the pack. Other, lesser penguins, stood back to watch the master at work. As shore met sky and crashing wave met beaten beach, the master waited for a particular moment. The crowd slowly grew until the entire beach was dotted with anticipatory wings.
And then the moment arrived; triggered by an unknown catalyst, the master penguin ran toward the water; faster, faster, faster, the short little legs carried the master penguin to the edge, and he DOVE!
Water came to reach his beak, and the moment before he was about to sink into the waves, the master penguin lifted his beak, his head, his neck, while his forward momentum continued unabated.
He continued to glide forward, sometimes banking, sometimes jumping, always moving gracefully and always seeming to control the waves upon which he danced.
And as quickly as he had begun his ascent, his landing seemed to suggest a painful completion was evident; and yet the grace that seemed under his beck and call held it at bay.
As the waves settled down, the master penguin seemed to sense the particular transition between the waves he rode and the ability of the water to support his frame; as the last wave of its kind strode onto the beach, the master penguin engaged in a graceful, stately discourse.
The end result was sheer beauty - the master penguin gently landed on the exact same spot he had started. As the wave placed him back upon the beach, the crowd erupted into revelry! Clapping, laughter, and general pleasure at simply being there to witness the master penguin's last event were loudly conveying their appreciation.
Waddling from shore to shore, the master penguin stood separate from the pack. Other, lesser penguins, stood back to watch the master at work. As shore met sky and crashing wave met beaten beach, the master waited for a particular moment. The crowd slowly grew until the entire beach was dotted with anticipatory wings.
And then the moment arrived; triggered by an unknown catalyst, the master penguin ran toward the water; faster, faster, faster, the short little legs carried the master penguin to the edge, and he DOVE!
Water came to reach his beak, and the moment before he was about to sink into the waves, the master penguin lifted his beak, his head, his neck, while his forward momentum continued unabated.
He continued to glide forward, sometimes banking, sometimes jumping, always moving gracefully and always seeming to control the waves upon which he danced.
And as quickly as he had begun his ascent, his landing seemed to suggest a painful completion was evident; and yet the grace that seemed under his beck and call held it at bay.
As the waves settled down, the master penguin seemed to sense the particular transition between the waves he rode and the ability of the water to support his frame; as the last wave of its kind strode onto the beach, the master penguin engaged in a graceful, stately discourse.
The end result was sheer beauty - the master penguin gently landed on the exact same spot he had started. As the wave placed him back upon the beach, the crowd erupted into revelry! Clapping, laughter, and general pleasure at simply being there to witness the master penguin's last event were loudly conveying their appreciation.
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