Author Note: *Magic sparkles rain down, and I appear from the future from this story's original standpoint.* Hello! I'm just dropping in from the top of this little story to say I was twelve when this was written and completed, so my newer stuff is a lot more advanced, and my writing has improved a lot. If you'd still like to review/favorite/anything else this story, however, that would be great! Thank you all so much for all of the support. :)
Original Posting Date: 10/31/10.
Original Completion Date: 11/15/10.
Ah, young Private 1
"Alright, men. Today we're going to take a little field trip," Skipper said, pacing in front of his colleagues, Kowalski and Rico. "Oh, are we going to the science discoveratoruiom?" Kowalski asked eagerly. "Awa-whoa-whoa-wee?" Rico asked eagerly. That meant, "Or the dynamite museum?" "No, we're going to trace back to our roots. We're going to Antarctica!" Skipper announced. The three high-flippered. "Come on, boys. Pack it up," Skipper told them.
That night, they were on their way to their 'roots'. By dawn, they were at Antarctica. "Oh, I feel so free!" Kowalski said, sucking in the cool air. Rico started to slid down slopes and laugh like a maniac. "Yes, men, enjoy this. We only have this weekend, so savor it," Skipper said, waddling into the snow. "And," he muttered to himself, "a whole weekend without..." "Hello, neighbor!" a voice rang out. "Ringtail!" Skipper moaned as the lemur approached on skis and a winter suit. "I have come to the climate of the coldest climate to work on my snow shredding skills. Surfing is up!" Julian said, pushing off. "This is going to a great trip wether he's here or not!" Skipper said, determined.
That night, Skipper snuggled into a pocket of snow and toke in the majestic dust setting in. He admired a group of penguins saying good-bye. He sat up when he heard sobs. He slid a bit closer to a female penguin crying to a male. "Honey, I must go," she said, "but you're failing. We've had so many, but you're to fragile to be able to care for it." She hugged him. He was very old, and his heart was failing. "I'm sorry, dear," he whispered, falling. The female waddled off, crying. An egg was in her feet. "Excuse me, ma'am, but it's the problem?" Skipper asked.
"I have to go off to hunt for a while like the rest of us girls. But my husband is gone, and my egg needs somebody. I'm not going to live much longer, so somebody has to take this egg!" she wailed, holding up the egg. Skipper looked at the egg. It was so fragile and round. He sighed. "I'll take care of this egg," he told her. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes lighting up. "Yes. This egg will be used for good and justice," he promised. The female smiled at him, then handed him the egg.
Skipper went back to the pocket of snow and leaned against the snow. He tucked the egg in-between his legs and slept. When dawn graced the cold, Skipper was careful with the egg. "Hey, Skipper. What do have there?" Kowalski asked, sliding to him. "Well, I have a mother's heart and soul," he replied. Rico laughed. "Mr. Mom!" he laughed. Skipper pushed him into the snow, then looked at the egg. "So, you're looking after this egg?" Kowalski asked. "Correction, soldier. This is ours. A mother has limited life and dad's gone, so we have a new recruit," Skipper told them.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we're trained and adult. This will be a child," Kowalski pointed out. "We were all hatching's ourselves once. A little training will make it strong," Skipper said, "besides, a new member will make us better." "Whis wha gwal ow yoyw?" Rico asked. That meant, "Is it a girl or a boy?" "Unknown. We need to stay longer than expected, since this baby needs these climates to hatch," Skipper replied.
So, the three stayed in their 'roots' as the egg developed. Finally, it was time. The three were waddling with the other males when Skipper felt a kick. The three watched as a little penguin emerged. It had a fuzzy little body and the cutest face. "Awwww..." Kowalski and Rico said. Skipper looked at the child and said, "Hello. Welcome to this team." The baby blinked at him and chirped. "Cute, but you need to start training right away," Skipper commanded. "Isn't this to young to start?" Kowalski asked. "True. But this young child has to get used to the zoo climate. Move out!" Skipper agreed. He picked up the penguin and they slid off.