Yay! Mort lives! Short chapter. But what do you expect? It's the epilogue after all.
Epilogue: Home again
Mort woke up in a room that had walls with bunnies painted on them and a bunny mobile on the ceiling. He liked the room. There was a tapping on something. He tried to sit up, and couldn't. He was in a full body cast. But then a voice came.
"Sad Eyes, you awake in there?"
He recognized it as belonging to the bossy penguin; the one called Skipper. He has a flat head. Mort giggled silently at that memory.
"Skipper, shouldn't we let him rest? I mean, he has been through a lot."
That voice belonged to the smallest penguin, Private.
"I am wanting to know if the least of my subjects is being alive or not. And I am not leaving until I am finding out."
That voice he knew very well. It belonged to his beloved King Julien. He knew that the king would have missed him. That made him warm with happiness.
"It's only logical that he would be alive. They don't put dead bodies in recovery rooms," that came from the brainy penguin Kowalski.
"How do you know? Maybe they are needing his body for something later and so they are storing it."
An argument ensued about whether or not dead bodies were stored in recovery rooms, and for what purpose such a thing would be done. Mort giggled to himself again at this.
"Hey guys! I'm alright! Penguin Mort helped me to come home again!"
There was a moment of silence at this proclamation. Mort then had to go into an explanation of who Penguin Mort was, and what exactly had happened. They didn't believe him of course. But that didn't matter. Mort was simply glad to be back.
Now if only he could get the casts off. They were really itchy.
The End
And so ends the incredibly short story. Please review.
