CRASH!
What was that?! I jumped out of my habitat and climbed up the fence. I peered over to see if I could locate the source of the crash. I saw the penguins crowding around an animal that was amidst an umbrella, a wooden stool, a helmet, and a very scared looking Private who was holding a tennis racket and whimpering. The animal stood up and stretched out her long wings. It was a falcon. I gasped. She was really pretty. I looked over at the penguins, Rico had his usual creepy grin, Kowalski had taken out his pad and had began scribbling on it, and Skipper...for some reason had a dreamy look on his face. What's with Skipper?! I shook my head, probably nothing.
They started talking, I could barely hear what they were saying but I heard bits and pieces of their conversation. From what I heard I knew that the falcon's name was Kitka and she had a broken wing. Kowalski took out his stethoscope and poked Kitka's wing. She gave a cry out in pain as Kowalski clarified it was indeed broken. Skipper smiled and insisted she stay with him until she was better. Kitka seemed rather fond of Skipper as he was of her. I was about to go over and introduce myself when I heard the loud voice of none other then-
"ALL HAIL KING JULIAN! HIS NAME IS JULIAN! IT'S-" King Julian sang, Mort trailing behind him excitedly.
Maurice, the king's adviser, gasped and pointed frantically at Kitka. King Julian's eyes widened and he yelled, "PREDATOR!"
"QUICK MAURICE!" Julian yelled, "Activate the falcon shield!"
"Right away your highness!" Maurice replied, rushing off with Mort.
He returned with surprising quickness. He had a long stick with Mort was tied onto. He stuck it in the ground in front of Kitka and the penguins. I stared with an open mouth. Julian couldn't be THAT mean, could he? Then Maurice slabbed a bit of barbecue on Mort's head. I gasped silently. Kitka's eyes grew wide and I saw her licking her beak.
"Whoa!" Skipper exclaimed. "Ringtail, Miss Kitka is my guest, she's not eating anybody."
At that moment Kitka was poised, head above Mort, mouth wide open. She froze and withdrew, pouting slightly.
"Really?" she sighed, "OK. For you Skipper my sweet, I will resist feeding on the zoo's delicious, helpless... perfectly bite sized-" Kitka was drawing closer to Mort, tongue sticking out. She liked the barbecue sauce off Mort's tiny head and Mort giggled.
Skipper then took Kitka by the wing and led her on a tour of the zoo. Something about seeing them, wing in wing, made me feel somewhat...sad. I felt a deep emptiness in the pit of my stomach. A tiny thing in the back of my head was telling me this girl was no good, but I ignored it. At least Skipper was happy...
A/N: Written in Marlene's point of view. More to come!