Once upon a time, in the heart of the Galápagos Islands, there lived a small penguin named Alejandro. Unlike the other animals in the islands, Alejandro wasn’t born in the warm waters of the Pacific. No, Alejandro came from a land far, far away—Antarctica, where snow fell and the winds howled. Alejandro had journeyed all the way to the Galápagos to escape the cold. He wanted sunshine, blue waters, and warm sands beneath his flippers.
Alejandro was a bit different from the other animals on the islands. He was always a little disorganized. His feathers were never quite in place, and his rock nest often had more seaweed than stones. But Alejandro was friendly, always offering a smile and a story to anyone who’d listen. Some animals loved his stories, but others didn’t. They frowned upon his strange ideas and often didn’t understand why he did things his way.
“I think we should build nests closer to the beach!” Alejandro would say. But the other penguins just shook their heads and scoffed.
“Why do you want to do things differently, Alejandro?” they’d ask. “That’s not the way it’s done around here.”
Still, Alejandro believed in his ideas, even when no one else did.