Antarctica
The Feeding Grounds...
Private: *sits isolated from the group, looking at the water, thinking*
I can't believe this happened. I Остаться в живых my Dad before I even knew him...Now my Mom is gone too. All I have left is Uncle Nigel. And he's gone most of the time. I wonder what happened to her--WAIT! I don't even want to know. Why? Why did Ты have to go. Why couldn't Ты have stayed. I wish Ты were here. Oh, how I wish Ты were here....
Steve: "Hey, Private. Ты feel like playing?"
Private: "Sorry guys. I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe later."
Jake: "Hey, sorry about your mom, dude. She was cool."
Private: "Thanks." *friends leave*
*Nigel approaches*
Nigel: "Hello, old chap. How are Ты holding up?"
Private: "I'm still pretty shooken up. I just can't believe she's gone."
Nigel: "I know, I know. I am too. We just have to stay strong. That's what she would've wanted..."
Private: "I know. Uncle Nigel, what was my dad like?"
Nigel: "Ah. A good young fellow he was. He took good care of your mother. He was honest, kind. Ты would've liked him."
Private: "What did he like doing?"
Nigel: "He liked talking, walking. But as long as he was with your mother, he was happy."
Private: "What am I supposed to do now?"
Nigel: "...Private...There's something I should've told you...a long time ago. Follow me. We can't talk here."
Private: *follows Nigel*
Nigel: *leads him out of earshot from the flock* "Listen Private, when I'm away, I'm not...exactly...feeding the children like I сказал(-а) I was..."
Private: "You lied? Then what do Ты do?"
Nigel: "Well...I sort of...I kind of...I..."
Private: "What do Ты do!?"
Nigel: "Sssssshhhh! Look, what I'm trying to say is...Private, I'm a secret agent."
Private: "You're a what!?"
Nigel: *places his flipper over his beak* "Will Ты lower your voice!? I'm a secret agent, Private."
Private: *whispering* "Why didn't Ты tell me? Ты know Ты can trust me!"
Nigel: "I know I can boy. It's just that I didn't want to put your life at risk."
Private: "And Ты tell me this now because...?"
Nigel: "I think it's time I teach Ты how to defend yourself."
Private: "Defend myself? From what?"
Nigel: *not wanting to tell him about what happened to his mother, he says* "Just in case, my boy. Just in case..."
Private: "Just in case of what? Does this have something to do with what happened to my mother?"
Nigel: "No, dear boy. Ты just...never know when something might happen. Are Ты in?"
Private: "...When do we start?"
2 Years Later...
Private: Uncle Nigel's has left the flock. He's taken his position as a secret agent worldwide. He сказал(-а) something about wanting to catch some kind of squirrel. He's taught me so much the past 2 years. Defense, strategy. I now know everything he knows & it's my job to protect the flock. So what if I'm 13. I'm gonna have to do what a penguin's got to do...
To Be Continued...
The Feeding Grounds...
Private: *sits isolated from the group, looking at the water, thinking*
I can't believe this happened. I Остаться в живых my Dad before I even knew him...Now my Mom is gone too. All I have left is Uncle Nigel. And he's gone most of the time. I wonder what happened to her--WAIT! I don't even want to know. Why? Why did Ты have to go. Why couldn't Ты have stayed. I wish Ты were here. Oh, how I wish Ты were here....
Steve: "Hey, Private. Ты feel like playing?"
Private: "Sorry guys. I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe later."
Jake: "Hey, sorry about your mom, dude. She was cool."
Private: "Thanks." *friends leave*
*Nigel approaches*
Nigel: "Hello, old chap. How are Ты holding up?"
Private: "I'm still pretty shooken up. I just can't believe she's gone."
Nigel: "I know, I know. I am too. We just have to stay strong. That's what she would've wanted..."
Private: "I know. Uncle Nigel, what was my dad like?"
Nigel: "Ah. A good young fellow he was. He took good care of your mother. He was honest, kind. Ты would've liked him."
Private: "What did he like doing?"
Nigel: "He liked talking, walking. But as long as he was with your mother, he was happy."
Private: "What am I supposed to do now?"
Nigel: "...Private...There's something I should've told you...a long time ago. Follow me. We can't talk here."
Private: *follows Nigel*
Nigel: *leads him out of earshot from the flock* "Listen Private, when I'm away, I'm not...exactly...feeding the children like I сказал(-а) I was..."
Private: "You lied? Then what do Ты do?"
Nigel: "Well...I sort of...I kind of...I..."
Private: "What do Ты do!?"
Nigel: "Sssssshhhh! Look, what I'm trying to say is...Private, I'm a secret agent."
Private: "You're a what!?"
Nigel: *places his flipper over his beak* "Will Ты lower your voice!? I'm a secret agent, Private."
Private: *whispering* "Why didn't Ты tell me? Ты know Ты can trust me!"
Nigel: "I know I can boy. It's just that I didn't want to put your life at risk."
Private: "And Ты tell me this now because...?"
Nigel: "I think it's time I teach Ты how to defend yourself."
Private: "Defend myself? From what?"
Nigel: *not wanting to tell him about what happened to his mother, he says* "Just in case, my boy. Just in case..."
Private: "Just in case of what? Does this have something to do with what happened to my mother?"
Nigel: "No, dear boy. Ты just...never know when something might happen. Are Ты in?"
Private: "...When do we start?"
2 Years Later...
Private: Uncle Nigel's has left the flock. He's taken his position as a secret agent worldwide. He сказал(-а) something about wanting to catch some kind of squirrel. He's taught me so much the past 2 years. Defense, strategy. I now know everything he knows & it's my job to protect the flock. So what if I'm 13. I'm gonna have to do what a penguin's got to do...
To Be Continued...
This is my first Фан fiction. Hope Ты enjoy it! Oh, and if Ты were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my Главная could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt или a grocery store. Still, the only good Еда I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The Стена belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my Главная could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt или a grocery store. Still, the only good Еда I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The Стена belonged to the Central Park Zoo!