Author's note: This explains why King Julien hates Mort and why he has a phobia about his feet being touched. Or, at least, it explains MY theories. It's also the first fanfiction I've written that has any death in it... Enjoy! XD
One day, Marlene decided to visit the лемур habitat. She wanted to ask King Julien a Вопрос - it was something that had been bothering her for a long time.
"Mort! Off the royal feet!" Came King Julien's voice and, when Marlene looked up, she saw Mort flying high in the sky. It looked like he was going to land in the park. King Julien must have been practising. When she climbed into the лемур habitat, she saw only King Julien.
"Where's Maurice?" she asked, even though she had planned to ask a different question.
"I sent him to the reptile house, to get some kingly things from the geckos."
"Riiiiight. Hey! I was wondering, why do Ты hate Mort so much? I saw Maurice tread on your foot, the other day, and Ты got angry, but Ты didn't seem half as annoyed as Ты do when Mort touches your feet. Come to think of it, why are Ты so over protective about your feet?"
King Julien looked uncomfortable - EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
"Err... What was that word the silly penguins use, again? Classified?" Marlene was taken aback. King Julien had never сказал(-а) classified, before. It just wasn't his style."Besides, I have a whole story behind this! You'd be here for a while, you'd get the pins and the needles!"
"Oh, come on, Julien! It's been bugging me for ages! Besides, I like long stories." King Julien looked Marlene in the eye. She didn't look like she'd be easily persuaded. He sighed.
"Fine. I will tell Ты my story..."
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Prince Julien was an only child, so he would no doubt be king, when he was older. Everybody сказал(-а) he looked just like his mother (This always annoyed him, he was male!), except for his feet, which bore a striking resemblance to his father's feet.
All the lemurs in Madagascar loved and respected King Julien XII. All except one.
Cortez the мышь лемур had always disliked the king, probably because he was jealous of his power. Cortez looked adorable. A little brown мышь lemur, with huge yellow eyes. He had a wife and a son, too. His son was the youngest baby лемур in the village and his name was Mort. Cortez's wife used to respect the King, but after marrying Cortez, she, too, was turning against him.
Two lemurs. It didn't seem like a lot. But they were ever so good at pretending to be kind and innocent. They befriended other lemurs and talked to them... persuaded them. All behind the royal family's back. They didn't suspect a thing.
Eventually, they had convinced half the colony that the king, the Queen and prince Julien were evil. That was when Cortez declared a civil war.
A civil war between lemurs in Madagascar is not like a civil war between humans. It's all one battle - one long and horrible battle. Female lemurs cannot leave their Дети in their homes. They have to keep them on their backs, the whole way through. This civil war was a particularly horrible one, because it was unusually even. Half the colony against half the colony. This made it longer. There were many losses in that battle. Many lemurs died. Cortez's wife was among them. This made Cortez fight with double the strength and determination. As prince Julien fought, he heard Cortez's savage voice and caught sight of him approaching his father.
"Good day, your majesty! Hope Ты enjoy your last BREATH!" and he killed him. All prince Julien saw was the body of his father and Cortez's wide grin of malicious triumph. All the other sights and all the sounds of the battle were blotted out. The queen, on the other hand, had a rock held in her hands, so she came up behind Cortez and hit his head with it, as hard as she could.
Both leaders were dead. By лемур law, the civil war must end. And it did, there and then. All the lemurs went back to their homes, stunned, или crying. There was never a Поиск for survivors. The еще Еда that was left for the predators, the less hungry those predators would be. Prince Julien's feet would be the only possession that reminded him of his father.
He looked around him. When Cortez's wife came into view, he saw that she was twitching. He went over to investigate and recoiled in horror as he saw what looked like a miniature version of Cortez on her back. Then he realized... this was Mort.
Something in the woods caught his eye. Two round eyes were watching him. A foosa, no doubt about it. Prince Julien (or KING Julien, as he was, now) had two options: leave Mort, или take Mort Главная and look after him. His instincts seemed to evaporate, leaving him to make this decision on his own. He had no father, thanks to Cortez... but Mort had no father, either. Nor did he have a mother. He was an orphan. King Julien picked him up and took him home, where his mother was waiting.
He told her what he had done, and she сказал(-а) it had been the right thing to do. Then they wept over their loss.
As King Julien grew older, he became еще and еще protective over his feet. Mort seemed to develop a Любовь for his feet, which made King Julien's hate for Mort increase greatly. But there was always a bit of affection for Mort, deep in his heart, though he would never admit it. He had chosen a лемур called Maurice as his right hand man, because he was wise and had been one of the most faithful lemurs on the king's side in the civil war.
But, over time, King Julien's mother slowly began to lose her memory, until King Julien had to remind her who he was every day.
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"I hope that will do for you." сказал(-а) King Julien.
"... That's awful." сказал(-а) Marlene. She had never expected something so tragic.
"I know" сказал(-а) King Julien, trying to keep his bottom lip from trembling. Marlene hugged him, and he hugged her back. They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time.
"Does Mort no?" Marlene asked.
"No. I don't think he has a concept of death. He wouldn't understand. Ты are the first person I've told."
And, from that день on, Marlene understood the lemurs еще than any other animal in the zoo.
One day, Marlene decided to visit the лемур habitat. She wanted to ask King Julien a Вопрос - it was something that had been bothering her for a long time.
"Mort! Off the royal feet!" Came King Julien's voice and, when Marlene looked up, she saw Mort flying high in the sky. It looked like he was going to land in the park. King Julien must have been practising. When she climbed into the лемур habitat, she saw only King Julien.
"Where's Maurice?" she asked, even though she had planned to ask a different question.
"I sent him to the reptile house, to get some kingly things from the geckos."
"Riiiiight. Hey! I was wondering, why do Ты hate Mort so much? I saw Maurice tread on your foot, the other day, and Ты got angry, but Ты didn't seem half as annoyed as Ты do when Mort touches your feet. Come to think of it, why are Ты so over protective about your feet?"
King Julien looked uncomfortable - EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
"Err... What was that word the silly penguins use, again? Classified?" Marlene was taken aback. King Julien had never сказал(-а) classified, before. It just wasn't his style."Besides, I have a whole story behind this! You'd be here for a while, you'd get the pins and the needles!"
"Oh, come on, Julien! It's been bugging me for ages! Besides, I like long stories." King Julien looked Marlene in the eye. She didn't look like she'd be easily persuaded. He sighed.
"Fine. I will tell Ты my story..."
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Prince Julien was an only child, so he would no doubt be king, when he was older. Everybody сказал(-а) he looked just like his mother (This always annoyed him, he was male!), except for his feet, which bore a striking resemblance to his father's feet.
All the lemurs in Madagascar loved and respected King Julien XII. All except one.
Cortez the мышь лемур had always disliked the king, probably because he was jealous of his power. Cortez looked adorable. A little brown мышь lemur, with huge yellow eyes. He had a wife and a son, too. His son was the youngest baby лемур in the village and his name was Mort. Cortez's wife used to respect the King, but after marrying Cortez, she, too, was turning against him.
Two lemurs. It didn't seem like a lot. But they were ever so good at pretending to be kind and innocent. They befriended other lemurs and talked to them... persuaded them. All behind the royal family's back. They didn't suspect a thing.
Eventually, they had convinced half the colony that the king, the Queen and prince Julien were evil. That was when Cortez declared a civil war.
A civil war between lemurs in Madagascar is not like a civil war between humans. It's all one battle - one long and horrible battle. Female lemurs cannot leave their Дети in their homes. They have to keep them on their backs, the whole way through. This civil war was a particularly horrible one, because it was unusually even. Half the colony against half the colony. This made it longer. There were many losses in that battle. Many lemurs died. Cortez's wife was among them. This made Cortez fight with double the strength and determination. As prince Julien fought, he heard Cortez's savage voice and caught sight of him approaching his father.
"Good day, your majesty! Hope Ты enjoy your last BREATH!" and he killed him. All prince Julien saw was the body of his father and Cortez's wide grin of malicious triumph. All the other sights and all the sounds of the battle were blotted out. The queen, on the other hand, had a rock held in her hands, so she came up behind Cortez and hit his head with it, as hard as she could.
Both leaders were dead. By лемур law, the civil war must end. And it did, there and then. All the lemurs went back to their homes, stunned, или crying. There was never a Поиск for survivors. The еще Еда that was left for the predators, the less hungry those predators would be. Prince Julien's feet would be the only possession that reminded him of his father.
He looked around him. When Cortez's wife came into view, he saw that she was twitching. He went over to investigate and recoiled in horror as he saw what looked like a miniature version of Cortez on her back. Then he realized... this was Mort.
Something in the woods caught his eye. Two round eyes were watching him. A foosa, no doubt about it. Prince Julien (or KING Julien, as he was, now) had two options: leave Mort, или take Mort Главная and look after him. His instincts seemed to evaporate, leaving him to make this decision on his own. He had no father, thanks to Cortez... but Mort had no father, either. Nor did he have a mother. He was an orphan. King Julien picked him up and took him home, where his mother was waiting.
He told her what he had done, and she сказал(-а) it had been the right thing to do. Then they wept over their loss.
As King Julien grew older, he became еще and еще protective over his feet. Mort seemed to develop a Любовь for his feet, which made King Julien's hate for Mort increase greatly. But there was always a bit of affection for Mort, deep in his heart, though he would never admit it. He had chosen a лемур called Maurice as his right hand man, because he was wise and had been one of the most faithful lemurs on the king's side in the civil war.
But, over time, King Julien's mother slowly began to lose her memory, until King Julien had to remind her who he was every day.
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"I hope that will do for you." сказал(-а) King Julien.
"... That's awful." сказал(-а) Marlene. She had never expected something so tragic.
"I know" сказал(-а) King Julien, trying to keep his bottom lip from trembling. Marlene hugged him, and he hugged her back. They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time.
"Does Mort no?" Marlene asked.
"No. I don't think he has a concept of death. He wouldn't understand. Ты are the first person I've told."
And, from that день on, Marlene understood the lemurs еще than any other animal in the zoo.
King Julien!
He is so coolien!
And my favourite number is
twolien!
He has his own month,
he has his own day!
We all Любовь him so much,
еще than we can say!
He is the coolest of the cool
and he's ever so cute!
And he's not THAT much of a fool,
all those haters need a shoot!
And so this not-so-good poem
must come to an end.
And now, it is comments
that Ты all must send!
Ok, he is that much of a fool. Also I don't actually want to SHOOT haters. I was struggling for things that rhymed! By the way, this end paragraph that you're Чтение now is just here because it wouldn't allow me to post an Статья that short. I don't know why.
He is so coolien!
And my favourite number is
twolien!
He has his own month,
he has his own day!
We all Любовь him so much,
еще than we can say!
He is the coolest of the cool
and he's ever so cute!
And he's not THAT much of a fool,
all those haters need a shoot!
And so this not-so-good poem
must come to an end.
And now, it is comments
that Ты all must send!
Ok, he is that much of a fool. Also I don't actually want to SHOOT haters. I was struggling for things that rhymed! By the way, this end paragraph that you're Чтение now is just here because it wouldn't allow me to post an Статья that short. I don't know why.
