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gato madagascar, lemur atado anillo, lemur catta, gato de madagascar, and lemur cola de anillo.
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lémur, lemur, galago, bushbaby, gálago, bush baby, baby bush, flota de submarinos de misiles balísticos, misil balístico de flota submarino, and submarino del misil balístico flota.
Author's Note: Here's the siguiente one! Hope tu like it!
About two weeks had passed since the visit from Leo. Thankfully, the penguins treated me the same way as they would if they had not heard about Billy. I think Skipper ordered them not to say anything. However, I know they knew.
Each of them would shoot a sympathetic glance at me when they thought I was not looking. I have heard Skipper talk to himself about me when everybody was asleep. Fortunately, I was now completely well and could train once more. Unfortunately, Skipper and I argued a lot.
I breathed in the fresh scent of early morning....
Author's Note: Here's the siguiente chapter. I decided to post both of them because (1) I had them already typed out on my computer (2) I didn't update the story for a while (3) I wanted to celebrate 2014! Also, this chapter is in nobody's PoV. The other chapters (except otherwise noted) will be in Nathan's PoV. Enjoy!
“Nathan didn’t always work alone,” explained Leo. “He had a partner –Billy.”
“What happened?” asked Private.
“I’ll get to that part soon,” dicho Leo. “Together, Billy and he were one of the best.”
He glanced at Skipper. “Perhaps tu know them, Skipper.”
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with navidad 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 más than a croak. “What are tu doing here?” I yelled the best I could.
One of the penguins –a flat-headed one- turned and stared...
This is a fanfic I thought of...no judging ok guys:D
I was sitting in my bed....why did I have to transfer to another highschool during the año anyway?... My dads so stupid sometimes with his job....I miss all my old friends...but my mom dicho tomorrow when I start at central zoo high school..I would make new friends....oh wait..I'm sorry..I haven't introduced myself..my names private...I'm a freshman in highschool...and my dads name is mark..he's a accountant...and my moms name is Michelle...she's a stay at inicial mom...and we just moved from Ohios zoo to New York City central zoo...I'm hoping...
Very Mature Take One SP: God Rico!! What is up with the KABOOM!! ALL I HEAR IS KABOOM AND KABOOOM AND KABOOM ALL DAY!! Rico: *sticks tongue out* KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM KABOOOM!!! Cowtails: Very mature Rico. Skipper/Kowalski/Rico: *mocks* Very mature Rico. Director: Cut!! Private, tu were supposed to mock, too!! Private: *whimpers* I can't!! It's mean!! Director: *facepalm*
Very Mature Take Two Cowtails: Very mature Rico. Penguins: Very mature Rico. Cowtails: *huff* tu guys are so immature for army guys! Unlike me, I'm very mature. SP: *holds out a plate of cookies* Want some? Cowtails: *squeals*...
Every one stood in shock from what they had just seen. Celeste still seemed deep in thought. But the thing on her mind was wiped away, when Private wrapped his fin around her waist and pulled her toward him. She smiled, as her corazón raced. His saphire eyes gleamed at her golden ones. It seemed hard to breathe. "All right, let's get back to set up our shelter." Skipper said, clearing his throat at the awkward feeling for the rest of his boys. "Right," Celeste answered obediently. All the rest of the afternoon, Celeste acted peculiar. Something was upsetting her. Private was competely bewildered...
At the cena table, the feast is blanketed with silence, above the background noise of protestors against me. The smuggling pressure of my father's constant want for a different son, and the crowd's demand for Cain as prince, makes me realize I don't even want the throne. It is if there is no place for me. The only one I feel refuge in is my mother. Only is my father cheerful, on this dark night. His eyes beaming with excitement as he instructs of how to defeat my foe. "And if tu lose you'll end up like this fish: On the seal's cena plate." He chuckles, gulping down a plump grouper. My...