It's probably a dumb idea but I just wanted to do it. This is a story of Skipper getting ready to leave for WWI. This is not realistic; if Marlene and Skipper had mated there would be some weird looking babies. The song is real to. It's a sad story.
NEVER COMING BACK
Skipper's son, Thomas stared up with wet eyes at his dad. His dad returned with a confident look but he didn't feel it. Skipper looked at all his kids. Thomas a penguin, Megan an otter, and Joseph another penguin. They were all crying because they knew what their father was about to do and what he was about to do. Mom was going to go to. Marlene came up beside Skipper and stood beside him. They had army clothing on. It was WWI, World War 1. They were going and leaving the kids to the bunkers. They had to.
All the adult animals had to go. They were all going to war. The kids had to look out for themselves while their parents were gone and they had no idea if their parents would even come back. At least alive. The world was closing in on the kids. Thomas was trying to follow the example his father had set before of not breaking down and crying, Megan and Joseph were both crying uncontrollably. Skipper hated to leave them. Marlene was crying as she hugged the kids. Skipper was thinking over the lyrics to a song about the same kind of thing he had heard. He hugged and kissed each of the kids and then had everyone sit on the couch.
"Do you have to go daddy?" Thomas sniffed
"Yes, Thomas," Skipper said "It won't change no matter how many times you ask me."
The kids through themselves around his stomach and cried into his sides. A tear dropped from his eye. Then as they stared at him pitifully, he grabbed his Spanish guitar and he began to sing.
When we arrive sons and daughters,
We'll make our homes on the water,
We'll build our walls of aluminum,
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now.
These currents pull us cross the border,
Steady your boats, arms to shoulders,
'Till tides will pull our hull aground,
Making this call, harbor now, home.
Take up your arms, sons and daughters,
We will arise from the bunkers,
By land, by sea, by dirigible,
We'll leave our tracks untraceable, now.
When we arrive, sons and daughters,
We'll make our homes on the water,
We'll build our walls of aluminum,
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now.
When we arrive, sons and daughters,
We'll make our homes on the water,
We'll build our walls of aluminum,
We'll fill our mouths will cinnamon, now.
Now, hear all the bombs fade away.
(At this point Marlene began singing.)
Hear all the bombs fade away!
Hear all the bombs fade away!
Hear all the bombs fade aaawwwwaaayyy!
Hear all the bombs fade aaaaaawwwwwwaaaaayyyy!
Hear all the bombs fade away…
Skipper stopped playing and with his eyes wet he kissed the kids and hugged everyone tightly to him. Then Marlene and Skipper took each others' appendage and started toward the door. They could hear the kids shouting and they remembered the words well: "WE LOVE YOU MOMMY AND DADDY!!!!"
Skipper kissed Marlene as they walked out into the sunset and toward the war. Their kids closed the bunker doors and started crying. Their parents were going to return on May 1, 1916. They fought hard in the war but the kids never saw them again. They never returned from the war. They were both killed in an explosion. Their beloved kids lived on.
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*Sniff* I hated writing that. It's so sad. Please tell me what you think.