Egging On (a double-drabble)
“You’d not be pecked so much if you’d be quiet,” the Doctor rebuked mildly.
“You truly expect me to be quiet when there’s a penguin sitting on my head?” the Brigadier groused – again.
“If you want to be warm, yes.” The Doctor said softly. He looked up at the sky, taking care not to tip his own off. “As I said, they’re the only heat source we’ll find here. Just be glad their instinct to warm anything egg-shaped is working.”
The Brigadier shifted where he was hunkered in the snow, two large sleepy penguins against his back, and rolled an eye up at his unusual headgear. It clicked, honked and settled down over him again. “I’m not egg-shaped and when are those infernal snowmobiles going to get here? Ow. Ow!”
The Doctor smiled. Nearly all had now moved over to him, as he only occasionally made little penguin noises at them.
“This is ridiculous!” the Brigadier grumbled. “Ow!” His penguin, apparently just as fed up with it as he was, jumped off, shook its head at him and waddled away, the other two following. They added to the penguins circled around the Doctor, who watched him shiver and smirked.