Looking South now, Southern Cross, anti-clockwise water, oceans, isolate. The Sphinx sought the seat of power in that place.
So, said the Sphinx, you are the head Penguin around here.
I prefer Empress, said the Penguin. Please address me as Your Majesty.
No problem, Your Majesty. I come to you from a land mired in woeful strife, to garner the support of all the powers of the southern places.
Does it involve fish, replied the Empress Penguin, because if it does not, you might as well talk to the flipper. It held up its flipper.
In a roundabout way, continued the Sphinx, follow my train of thought if you will, Your Majesty.

The great forces of the northern places, the West Wind, the Great Ice of the North and The Rising Sun, amongst others, including some very brave Blue and Gold Knights, are doing battle with an aggressive patch of evil which has come unheralded to their door. Now, I can see why this would be of little concern to one such mighty Empress as yourself.
Cut the flattery and get on with it, said the Empress, there is fishing to do.
Well, said the Sphinx, all these forces, only a few of which have I mentioned, are currently ranged to do battle against this spiteful and heartless evil, whilst they could be joining forces against the imminent climate crisis, which is unfolding around our globe even as we speak.
Climate crisis you say, said the empress, less ice and fewer fish by any chance. Hmmm, you have piqued my interest.

If you and your great Penguin Army were to lend your, not inconsequential, support to our struggle, then that might mean the current conflagration would soon be over. The aggressor would be vanquished and sent back behind his border to face, and possibly dance, to the music of his people. We, then, could all get on with the task in hand, namely, halting climate change, protecting biodiversity and generally making the world a heathier biosphere.
Biosphere, said the Empress, more ice, more fish?
More ice, more fish, agreed the Sphinx.
I’m in, said the Empress, where do I sign.

