Sir Lancelot, atop his brown, proud steed, swiftly traversed the endless, white glaciers of Greenland. The knight's silver armor shimmered in the sun, mimicking the reflective landscape. His rectangular, blue diagonally-striped shield and sheathed sword, mounted on his back and waist respectively, swayed to the rhythm of the horse's gallop.
Every sight Lancelot saw was shining white. Every noise Lancelot heard was either gear clanging against chain mail or horseshoe stomping against icy ground.
Monotony gave way to a wandering mind.
"Which continent does Greenland belong to anyway?" he wondered.
"North America, despite being a a Danish territory," a voice responded.
Surprised, Lancelot sharply tugged on the reins. His horse whinnied and skidded across the ice before coming to a stop.
Lancelot dismounted and searched for the voice's owner.
"Koalas are not part of the bear family," the voice stated, answering another one of the knight's longtime questions.
Lancelot turned to his right. With his hand shielding his squinting eyes he was just able to make out some form emerging from a pile of snow amidst the blinding light.
It was a penguin with a ribbon bow-tied around its neck. The bird approached awkwardly through a combination of hopping and a fluttering of flippers that shook off fluffs of snow. It lacked a right foot.
Once within conversational range of the stunned knight, the penguin gathered its breath and spoke once more.
"And...you are here looking for something you lost long ago."
TO PROBABLY NOT BE CONTINUED...
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