Abra

I've been a roof-ladderer all my life, you know. The job is simple: a crane holds the ladder, you climb the ladder, you hook it to the spire of said tower. Er, roof. But mostly roofs of towers. The last one I laddered had terrible footing, so I went and checked what was actually on the top floor. Behind a fence (thank goodness), was a children's Petting Zoo of Penguins. But apparently, nobody knows how to take care of penguins, as the only one I saw was dead, stiffened by rigor mortis and mud, held upright by some kid trying to nurse it a cup of imaginary tea.