Story

There was a girl on a journey named Christina.  She was beautiful with a beautiful hat.  She found a friend a year younger and said, "duck," and past her swung a strange wild man yodeling, too.  They bumped through the forest on a trek.  Finally things got cooler.  They kept on many a day, finding water to sail through.  Finally, it was cold and they saw penguins.  They lived catching fish and warm in an igloo.  They had a pack of things.  Soon, some men came with supplies they left.  They repaid them with lots of caught fish they tired to catch.  "Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I were a penguin," sang Christina.  She fell into a fantasy gliding through, something of a human dolphin or penguin.  She went deep into the water.  It seemed safe.  She found a little hole she could go in with a tunnel made toward land.  She woke up and they helped the men build a village further away where it was sturdy.  When the village was done, they lived in it.  After awhile, it became a ghost village.  They moved back to Norway.  Then, they moved to the U.S. and tried to save the witches.