G’day, mate!
Want to play a vital role in the well-being of nature’s waddling tuxedo-wearing birds?
Do you have a valid ID or permanent address? Folks who worry about you? Know how to swim?
Extra points if you don’t.
Good news!
You’re hired!
First thing, let’s introduce you to these little guys.
Go on, don’t be shy.
Hold out your hand.
No worries. Showing teeth is their way of smiling. Let ’em get right up close so they can smell ya.
And I can withdraw my knife
Now, this ought to keep your coats nice and shiny.
Dig in while it’s fresh!
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