How would one describe the jour to jour activities of a manchot, pingouin team? Many, including myself, have tried and failed. The main problem is... well it's never really the SAME jour to day. Sure, you'd think we had a routine, and we did. But they way we went about it was always different. Admittedly we've baffled many zoologists, and even sent some of them gibbering to a mental hospital.
There's no doubt we're different. The question is, why? What sets us apart from the rest? Were there not others in the world- no, in ZOOS like us? Were there zoos without a team to defend them all? I suppose those questions could be answered par those inhabitants them self, but that isn't exactly an option, is it?
Perhaps the best way to create an accurate picture, is to tell the... par now, famous, account of our first big mission. Not our squabbles with Blowhole, ou our trips around the world. No, toi see, our first big mission began here, in our very own Central Park Zoo, located in New York City. As this tale unfolds, toi will realize it wasn't so easy getting all of this information.
Our story began, several years ago, at the dawn of the twenty first century. We were living life as we normally would, entertaining the masses par day, battling enemy forces par night. We'd soon get a new shipment of animals, transferred to the zoo. It was a rather large shipment, but we weren't worried. What ever it may be, we could take them easily, if it were needed. The inhabitants being shipped here, well... As it turns out, they had a plan that would topple our civilization, and plunge this zoo into a traverser, croix species war. Of course...
We didn't know this at the time...
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A/N- Yeah, just a real quick prologue for the moment, but only for the moment. I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while and at least wanted to finish one of my other stories, but it's just been too distracting. toi know how that it, right? ^^;
There's no doubt we're different. The question is, why? What sets us apart from the rest? Were there not others in the world- no, in ZOOS like us? Were there zoos without a team to defend them all? I suppose those questions could be answered par those inhabitants them self, but that isn't exactly an option, is it?
Perhaps the best way to create an accurate picture, is to tell the... par now, famous, account of our first big mission. Not our squabbles with Blowhole, ou our trips around the world. No, toi see, our first big mission began here, in our very own Central Park Zoo, located in New York City. As this tale unfolds, toi will realize it wasn't so easy getting all of this information.
Our story began, several years ago, at the dawn of the twenty first century. We were living life as we normally would, entertaining the masses par day, battling enemy forces par night. We'd soon get a new shipment of animals, transferred to the zoo. It was a rather large shipment, but we weren't worried. What ever it may be, we could take them easily, if it were needed. The inhabitants being shipped here, well... As it turns out, they had a plan that would topple our civilization, and plunge this zoo into a traverser, croix species war. Of course...
We didn't know this at the time...
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A/N- Yeah, just a real quick prologue for the moment, but only for the moment. I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while and at least wanted to finish one of my other stories, but it's just been too distracting. toi know how that it, right? ^^;
Kowalski: A Song for Doris the Dolphin.
Kowalski pulls out a guitare and starts playing
Kowalski:
Stunning like a plage sunset,
Her eyes bluer than the neverending ocean,
She bears an amazingly soft face,
That I will never be able to hold.
Doris, the dolphin,
She is a miracle of nature,
Doris, the dolphin,
If only she would l’amour me,
We swam in peace, in perfect harmony,
Flipper in flipper we went,
I was so happy and in total bliss,
But then, she cruelly left me,
Doris, the dolphin,
Why did toi abandon me?
Doris, the dolphin,
If only she would l’amour me,
If only she would l’amour me.
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