Private was reading one of the books he got from Skipper when the door opened. He looked at the window which was near the bed. It was dark out.
'Time for the rope...' he thought numbly.
Private extended his foot out without taking his eyes off the pages. He felt a questioning glance from the older.
"The rope burns my foot." He said gesturing to the bandages on his foot.
Private felt the rope tighten around his small foot. The limb relaxed and he continued to read. He frowned, feeling the other's creepy stare.
The smaller turned his head, "What?"
"Nothing." A sandwich was shoved towards him.
Private snatched it, took a bite then looked at Skipper. "By the way, what was the smell?"
"Um, cereal."
"Excuse me?"
"I left it in the microwave."
Private covered his beak as his face twisted. He giggled. "You do realize you just add milk to it? Heat isn't involved."
Skipper shook his head then left the room. As soon as the door shut, the cute penguin began laughing wildly.
"OH MY GOSSSH! HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE CEREAL!"