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...
