Skipper stared down the barrel of the gun, his jaw set defiantly. He prepared for the end.
He heard a whooshing sound, and the woman fell into the hole, an Arrow sticking out of her back. Blood trickled from the wound.
Another whooshing sound, and the man also toppled into the hole, the Arrow shot clean through his chest. A bit of his hati, tengah-tengah quivered on the tip.
Hans peered into the hole.
Skipper yelled in surprise and yanked the Arrow out of the woman's back. He started trying to poke Hans' eye out with it.
Hans leaned away from the arrow. "I save your life, and this is the thanks I get?"
"When did anda save my life?" Skipper asked, still trying to poke Hans with the arrow.
"Who did anda think shot them?" Hans asked, gesturing to the man and woman at the bottom of the hole.
"Why did anda do that? anda berkata anda wanted me dead," Skipper said.
Hans' brow wrinkled in puzzlement. He was opening his mouth to respond when they heard someone crashing through the underbrush.
Kowalski inspected the white, flowery plant carefully. "This is Hemlock," he said. "See, it's got a mottled purplish color at the bottom, and there's no black spot in the middle of the flower. If there's a black spot in the middle, it's Queen Ann's Lace."
"Boring," Rico moaned.
Kowalski glared at him. "Okay, just don't come whining to me when anda eat a poisonous plant."
"Is this Queen Ann's Lace?" Private asked, fingering the bunga tentatively.
Kowalski went over and studied the flower. "Yeah. Good job, Private," he said.
"Can I eat it?" Private asked.
Kowalski nodded. Private pulled the plant out of the ground and gingerly nibbled it.
"What do anda think?" Kowalski asked.
"It would be better cooked," Private said.
Someone slammed into Kowalski, sending him toppling onto the ground. Kowalski twisted around to take in the person's features.
She was a woman, with long blond hair in a ponytail, almond-shaped blue eyes, and a pointy nose. She had a tall, slim figure, and stood confidently.
"Doris," Kowalski whispered.
He heard a whooshing sound, and the woman fell into the hole, an Arrow sticking out of her back. Blood trickled from the wound.
Another whooshing sound, and the man also toppled into the hole, the Arrow shot clean through his chest. A bit of his hati, tengah-tengah quivered on the tip.
Hans peered into the hole.
Skipper yelled in surprise and yanked the Arrow out of the woman's back. He started trying to poke Hans' eye out with it.
Hans leaned away from the arrow. "I save your life, and this is the thanks I get?"
"When did anda save my life?" Skipper asked, still trying to poke Hans with the arrow.
"Who did anda think shot them?" Hans asked, gesturing to the man and woman at the bottom of the hole.
"Why did anda do that? anda berkata anda wanted me dead," Skipper said.
Hans' brow wrinkled in puzzlement. He was opening his mouth to respond when they heard someone crashing through the underbrush.
Kowalski inspected the white, flowery plant carefully. "This is Hemlock," he said. "See, it's got a mottled purplish color at the bottom, and there's no black spot in the middle of the flower. If there's a black spot in the middle, it's Queen Ann's Lace."
"Boring," Rico moaned.
Kowalski glared at him. "Okay, just don't come whining to me when anda eat a poisonous plant."
"Is this Queen Ann's Lace?" Private asked, fingering the bunga tentatively.
Kowalski went over and studied the flower. "Yeah. Good job, Private," he said.
"Can I eat it?" Private asked.
Kowalski nodded. Private pulled the plant out of the ground and gingerly nibbled it.
"What do anda think?" Kowalski asked.
"It would be better cooked," Private said.
Someone slammed into Kowalski, sending him toppling onto the ground. Kowalski twisted around to take in the person's features.
She was a woman, with long blond hair in a ponytail, almond-shaped blue eyes, and a pointy nose. She had a tall, slim figure, and stood confidently.
"Doris," Kowalski whispered.
hei guys. I've been doing a lot of thinking for quite some time now and I was thinking that maybe we should do our best in multiple ways to tunjuk the world that, although the tunjuk we all support might meet its end, we are still out there, we are still strong, we are still powerful and close, and we are still in massive numbers. I was thinking that maybe we can try something ("Penguinfest" is like an example) that spreads our fanguinism around and shows the world that we can't be stopped. If anda want to think about it as a sign for a fanguin takeover on the world, be my guest. Sure, THAT won't be exactly like the takeover in "Demise of the Planet of the Fanguins", but it's still an idea of effort. I would Cinta to hear suggestions for what anda might do irl and online to embrace how great of fanguins we all are.
There she was,
As lovely as can be..
An Angel from the sky,
There in front of me..
Feathers as soft as silk,
And eyes of piercing blue..
A soul beautiful inside and out,
Deep Cinta for her I grew..
Into my flippers we embrace,
A Ciuman I lay upon her beak..
My soul mate full of elegant grace,
A returned Ciuman upon my cheek..
My Cinta for her is like no other..
A vision of beauty just for me,
Never will I lay my eyes upon another,
My lovely lady as can be..
Not even a Light tahun could I explain..
Breath taken directly from my soul,
This feeling launched deep into my brain,
Old together we will grow..
Sweet rose petals I lay down as she walks..
Her smile she gives towards me,
Beautiful emotion, the way she talks,
Side sejak side we may be..
Here she stands in front of me,
With eyes of piercing blue..
Deep Cinta for her I grew,
My lovely lady as can be...