CHAPTER THREE: Lemurs for the rescue
Skipper heard his comrade’s voices echoing behind the wall. All foursome were sitting in Kowalski’s lab, discussing over some medicine stuffs. He felt thirsty, terribly thirsty. And the only thing he could concentrate his thoughts on was a hot cup of his preferito catfish flavored coffee.
He rolled over in his letto and glanced at the table. It was about three meters away from his bunk. Although he felt terribly dizzy and weak he decided to try. He collected his strength, scrambled out of the letto and made few wobbly steps forwards.
He was on his halfway towards...
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