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America: The home of the brave, the free, and the gay penguins

My brother-in-law got this from one of the members of his church. It's from a parent of an elementary school-aged child who got the story in school in New York State. I am going to type it word for word for your horror/enjoyment. Here's the story:

Every year at the same time, the girl penguins start noticing the boy penguins. And the boy penguins start noticing the girls. When the right girl and the right boy find each other, they become a couple.
Two penguins in the penguin house were a little bit different. One was named Roy, and the other was named Silo. Roy and Silo were both boys. But they did everything together.
They bowed to each other. And walked together. They sang to each other. And swam together. Wherever Roy went, Silo went too.
They didn't spend much time with the girl penguins, and the girl penguins didn't spend much time with them. Instead, Roy and Silo wound their necks around each other. Their keeper Mr.Gramzay noticed the two penguins and thought to himself, "They must be in love."
Roy and Silo watched how the other penguins made a home. So they built a nest of stone for themselves. Every night Roy and Silo slept there together, just like the other penguin couples.
And every morning Roy and Silo woke up together. But one day Roy and Silo saw that the other couples could do something they could not.
The mama penguin would lay an egg. She and the papa penguin would take turns keeping the egg warm until finally, it would hatch. And then there would be a baby penguin.
Roy and Silo had no egg to sit on and keep warm. They had no baby chick to feed and cuddle and love. Their nest was nice, but it was a little empty.
One day Roy found something that looked like what the other penguins were hatching and he brought it to their nest. It was only a rock, but Silo carefully sat on it. And sat...And sat.
When Silo got sleepy, he slept. And when Silo was done sleeping and sitting, he swam and Roy sat. Day after day Silo and Roy sat on the rock. But nothing happened. Then Mr. Gramzay got an idea. He found an egg that needed to be cared for, and he brought it to Roy and Silo's nest. Roy and Silo knew just what to do. They moved the egg to the center of their nest. Every day they turned it, so each side stayed warm. Some days Roy sat while Silo went for food. Other days it was Silo's turn to take care of their egg.
They sat in the morning, and they sat at night. They sat through lunchtime and swim time and supper. They sat at the beginning of the month, and they sat at the end of the month, and they sat all of the days in between.
Until one day they heard a sound coming from inside their egg. Peep, peep. Peep, peep, it said. Roy and Silo caled back, Squawk, squawk. Peep, peep, answered the egg. Suddenly a tiny hole appeared in the egg's shell. And then...CRAAAACK!!!
Out came their very own baby! She had fuzzy white feathers and a funny black beak. Now Roy and Silo were fathers. "We'll call her Tango," Mr. Gramzay decided, "because it takes two to make a Tango."
Roy and Silo taught Tango how to sing for them when she was hungry. They fed her food from their beaks. They snuggled her in their nest at night. Tango was the very first penguin at the zoo to have two daddies.
Soon Tango grew strong enough to leave the nest. Roy and Silo took her for a swim, just like all the other penguin families. And all the children who came to the zoo could see Tango and her two fathers playing in the penguin house with the other penguins. "Hooray, Roy!" "Hooray Silo!" "Welcome Tango!" they cheered.
At night the three penguins returned to their nest. There they snuggled together and, like all the other penguins in the penguin house, and all the other animals in the zoo, and all the families in the big city around them, they went to sleep.

THE END


The end of the story includes an author's note about how the story is true and how you can go to Central Park and visit Tango.

I really can't say too much about this except.......WOW. Has our country really come to this? Do we really need to teach our kids a lesson about gay penguins in order to help them be more open minded? Do elementary children really need to be taught a lesson about sexual orientation? What ever happened to preserving a child's innocence as long as possible? What our culture deems as acceptable material becomes more and more shocking to me. Let me know your thoughts on it.

posted by Ninita @ 1:18 AM