»I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year.«
Kylie is shouting out of the loud speakers of the telephone now.
»Kylie, where are you?« I ask.
»I am in McMurdo Station.«
Loud windy noises are making it hard to understand her.
»Where?« the llama shouts back
»McMudo Station«, Kylie repeats louder and slower. »That is an American Antarctic research station on the southern tip of Ross Island.«
»Ross Island?« the llama shouts back.
»Yes, Ross Island«, Kylie shouts, »Ross Island, Antarctica.«
»What the heck are you doing down there?« the animal asks.
»I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year«, Kylie repeats. »And now I have to go. A snowstorm is coming. And we have to save the penguins from the polar bears' attacks.«
»Polar bears?« now I am shouting, too. »Are you sure? You are near the South Pole, Kylie. Penguins are living there, but polar bears are literally living on the other side of the globe. Are you sure you did not see leopard seals or killer whales attacking those penguins?«
»I wish I had«, Kylie says, »and believe me I know that polar bears normally live at the North Pole and in the Arctic. But lately they are invading Antarctica and started hunting penguins.«
»Sounds like you had to many drinks, woman«, the llama shouts at Kylie. »Tell us where you really are and we will come and pick you up.«
»Polar bears are invading Antarctica«, Kylie insists. »We think they do so through the giant tunnel tubes from pole to pole the scientists discovered recently. Nobody knows where they came from, who or what build or dug them. But still the polar bears come…«
Her last words faint away as the telephone line dies in the distance of a loud and heavy snowstorm at the South Pole.
Llama and I are exchanging worried glances.
»Do you think…?« I start to ask the animal if it thinks Kylie is telling the truth.
But the llama is already panicing.
»Polar bears at the South Pole? What a year of mayhem is dawning here? We are doomed, Bromford! Dude, we are doomed!«
Kylie is shouting out of the loud speakers of the telephone now.
»Kylie, where are you?« I ask.
»I am in McMurdo Station.«
Loud windy noises are making it hard to understand her.
»Where?« the llama shouts back
»McMudo Station«, Kylie repeats louder and slower. »That is an American Antarctic research station on the southern tip of Ross Island.«
»Ross Island?« the llama shouts back.
»Yes, Ross Island«, Kylie shouts, »Ross Island, Antarctica.«
»What the heck are you doing down there?« the animal asks.
»I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year«, Kylie repeats. »And now I have to go. A snowstorm is coming. And we have to save the penguins from the polar bears' attacks.«
»Polar bears?« now I am shouting, too. »Are you sure? You are near the South Pole, Kylie. Penguins are living there, but polar bears are literally living on the other side of the globe. Are you sure you did not see leopard seals or killer whales attacking those penguins?«
»I wish I had«, Kylie says, »and believe me I know that polar bears normally live at the North Pole and in the Arctic. But lately they are invading Antarctica and started hunting penguins.«
»Sounds like you had to many drinks, woman«, the llama shouts at Kylie. »Tell us where you really are and we will come and pick you up.«
»Polar bears are invading Antarctica«, Kylie insists. »We think they do so through the giant tunnel tubes from pole to pole the scientists discovered recently. Nobody knows where they came from, who or what build or dug them. But still the polar bears come…«
Her last words faint away as the telephone line dies in the distance of a loud and heavy snowstorm at the South Pole.
Llama and I are exchanging worried glances.
»Do you think…?« I start to ask the animal if it thinks Kylie is telling the truth.
But the llama is already panicing.
»Polar bears at the South Pole? What a year of mayhem is dawning here? We are doomed, Bromford! Dude, we are doomed!«
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Today is Friday, the 3rd of January 2025.
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