"Bye! Bye!" Private calls, still waving his fins in his mother's flippers.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I Любовь you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I Любовь you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the вверх of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female пингвин repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about Ты еще than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little пингвин nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and Ты know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are Ты saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll Показать Ты what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I Любовь you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I Любовь you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the вверх of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female пингвин repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about Ты еще than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little пингвин nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and Ты know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are Ты saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll Показать Ты what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
one night as a storm hit marlene was asleep but mort came in and he could not sleep. marlene remembered a song her mom used to sing to her when she could't sleep so as she put mort on an spare постель, кровати she sang:
go to sleep
rest opon your bed
may this night bring dreams to your head
hear my voice
never let it die
keep this lullaby
soon the sun shall sat on
long it will be till dawn
never from Ты will I be gone
carry on
with this world of fear
now the time is near
peace will soon rain here
as marlene completed the song mort was fast asleep.as she was walking outside she saw skipper
marlene:hey skipper so hows the team?
skipper:marlene theres no time to talk my team сказал(-а) that they heard a girl singing.
marlene:skipper that was me.
skipper:what?!
marlene:mort could't sleep so I just sang a lullaby my mom used to sing and mort was out like a light.
skipper:wow marlene your song lulled privete to sleep.
marlene:huh?
go to sleep
rest opon your bed
may this night bring dreams to your head
hear my voice
never let it die
keep this lullaby
soon the sun shall sat on
long it will be till dawn
never from Ты will I be gone
carry on
with this world of fear
now the time is near
peace will soon rain here
as marlene completed the song mort was fast asleep.as she was walking outside she saw skipper
marlene:hey skipper so hows the team?
skipper:marlene theres no time to talk my team сказал(-а) that they heard a girl singing.
marlene:skipper that was me.
skipper:what?!
marlene:mort could't sleep so I just sang a lullaby my mom used to sing and mort was out like a light.
skipper:wow marlene your song lulled privete to sleep.
marlene:huh?
