Penguin

 Elsie grabs Louise, pulls her in to smother her in kisses and Louise pulls back, squealing her indignation.

"Leave your sister alone Elsie" I say gently. "She's not a doll, she's a person."

"Maman!" Louise turns to face me, even more indignant now. "Suis pas un pinguin !"

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