Receiving gifts of food from gracious people were always wonderful things--they were one of the things Miyuki loved the most. It was especially wonderful when the gifts were from unsuspecting penguins, whom she was actually currently stealing from. Normally, steals were easy; she just had to do her best to not get caught--and in the rare chance that she did, she just had to run with her loot as fast as her little legs could carry her, and then faster.
She's unsure of who her current theft victim is, but she knows that they're a good enough fisherman--if the amount of fish she's already grabbed and stuffed into her jacket is anything to go by. One last fish being carried in her mouth, she decides that's she's grabbed enough, and begins to depart. The sound of something--and hopefully not someone--approaching catches her attention...
...S h i t.
