“Giving up horses and moving to Antarctica to train polar bears to do flying lead changes and sliding stops would be a better idea,” I snapped. “Penguins,” Brax said. “Now, even I know that doesn’t make a lick of sense. How you gonna ride a penguin?” Zack asked. “Penguins live in the Antarctica. Polar bears live at the North Pole,” Brax explained. “So either you need to train penguins in Antarctica, or you need to train polar bears in the North Pole. You can’t mix and match.” I stared at him. He stared back. “I hate you,” I said with feeling.
