Christmas approaches and in the deep, dark winter nights giant penguins stalk the streets of Scotland’s ancient capital:
Is it strange to dream about the battle of Ticonderoga (the 1777 battle; there were numerous fights at this fort)? Is it strange to dream about that battle enacted entirely with penguins? Emperor penguins in red coats playing the Imperial British forces and Rockhopper penguins standing in for the American revolutionaries? Ah well, who wants boring dreams?