Day 15: A dead kipper

A dead kipper. That is, indeed correct. No typo. No StaSheep mucking about making me look folish. But a dead kipper. Today, on my pillow I found a dead kipper. Not any dead kipper, but a wet, slimy and rather fatty kipper. I think it was dead. It is obviously a sign from my arch enemy PENGUINA! That is right, the dreaded Penguina, she who followed me from the frozen lands of Brighton, chasing me through the dreaded peaks of Longfield, battling me on the ancient land of Leeds, and now she has returned. Sadly, i must end my message here, as I feel a presence in the room....
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
yours, as always
Dr BanaNa