Don't ask. I have no idea where this story came from. I really do like Mort, though it might be hard to tell from the contents of this story. And yes, pretty much all the chapters will be short. Sorry. I did that for the purpose of suspense.
Chapter 1: Abandoned
Mort was alone. All alone. The entire zoo was empty of it's inhabitants. He ran about on his tiny feet as fast as possible, looking this way and that for somebody; anybody. But there was no one.
"Where did all the peoples go?!" he shouted at the top of his small lungs.
Then he began his frantic search once more. But as he reached his own habitat, still without having encountered a single soul, something inside him snapped. He crumpled to the ground in a heap, crying his overly large eyes out.
The mouse lemur remained that way for a while, before he finally cried himself to sleep.
When he woke up, he tried to figure out what to do next. No one was in the zoo. Maybe everyone had left the zoo. But why was he still there then? Mort decided to leave and go look for the other animals. As he approached the high gates, he noticed a wall of white outside. He thought it was fog; there wasn't anything else it could have been. Unless it was marshmallow. But that didn't make any sense. Why would there be a wall of marshmallow surrounding the zoo?
The lower primate stepped under the arch, and the wall of white got thicker. As he entered it, Mort realized it was indeed fog. A very thick, cold fog. It seemed to take forever to move through it, but he eventually got to the other side.
Only it wasn't the other side at all. He was walking back through the gates of the zoo. Like he had merely gone in a circle. But he hadn't been aware of making any turns. As far as he knew, he had walked in a straight line. Mort didn't know how to do a lot of things, but he at least knew how to walk a straight line.
So how had he got back to where he had started? All this thinking was making his tiny brain hurt. We made his way back to the lemur habitat, hoping against hope that King Julien and Maurice would be there, to rest for a minute. Of course they weren't. But a stranger was.
Short chapter galore in this story. All on purpose. Please review.