Were back and we've got butter!

Things remained quiet for the rest of that evening. Skipper had returned to his usual position in his bunk, although he had più thought in his expression as opposed to the blank, indescribable one from before.

After a good night’s sleep, Kowalski awoke to a shuffling sound from below about an ora before the alarm. When he rubbed his eyes and looked over the side of his bunk, his mind snapped into full awareness at what he saw.

Skipper had managed to grab his wheelchair from successivo to his bunk and sit it parallel to it. After locking the wheel closest to him, he reached across the wheelchair...

Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Natale at all. Just finished it and decided to post it. Enjoy!

Lobsters were running into each other and spilling whatever they were holding onto the ground. My ears were ringing, because somebody had set off an explosion fifteen feet away from me. Fog seemed to cover my eyes, making it hard to see two feet in front of me.

I heard voices –penguin voices near me. My throat was dry, and I could only manage a little più than a croak. “What are te doing here?” I yelled the best I could.

One of the penguins –a flat-headed one- turned and stared...

    Lorrie checked herself in the mirror. She didn’t have anything dressy to wear, so she just went with a light fleece camicia and jeans. She had no makeup o jewelry because she feared that if she brought around such items, she’d only end up losing them. After fixing her hair back, she turned to Kowalski, who was in his cage watching her.

    “How do I look?” she asked, as if Kowalski could give her an audible answer. Though she was answered with an incomprehensible chirp, she said, “Why, thank you. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Wish me...