Vera, the slightly mad Penguin wondered – maybe she had just met an angel.

Or maybe it was just a reflection of her own soul.

She couldn't tell. But she felt nice. At peace, in a way.

“It’s life in the art of creation, not in the creation of art,” the angel said.

"Oh my, how lovely," Vera said.

"Maybe I’ll take up crocheting again." 

Maybe it was a ghost?

Nah... it seemed far too alive to be dead.

And everything around seemed to sparkle just a tiny bit more than usual, she thought.

And she wobbled on.