This is my first ever article, just so tu know. Enjoy! (Sorry about the lack of humour.)
Nigel (named after his uncle) still had most of his baby feathers when he was shipped to the Central Park Zoo from England. Zookeeper Alice dumped his caja, cajón de in the pingüino, pingüino de habitat, opened it and left it there.
Nigel saw five penguins. They all looked rather surprised when they saw him. One, the segundo tallest, took out a note pad and began to scribble something on it.
"What's your name, soldier?" Asked a short pingüino, pingüino de with an unusually flat head.
"Nigel."
"Well, Nigel, tu can call me Skipper. This is Rico." He gestured to the pingüino, pingüino de siguiente to him.
"Hi!" dicho Rico.
"He's our demolitions expert. He's not that good with words, but tu get used to it. This is Kowalski." He gestured to the pingüino, pingüino de with the notepad.
"Hm? Oh! Hello."
"He's the options guy. He also invents things. This is Manfredi." He nodded towards a small, merry looking penguin.
"Hello." dicho Manfredi.
"He's the only one in our team who can read. If we didn't have him, we'd have to rely on the chimpanzees. And this is Johnston."
"Yo."
"I think it's seguro to say that Johnston is probably better at stealth than the rest of us put together." Nigel found this hard to believe, since Johnston was the biggest penguin.
"Anyway, from now on, we'll call tu Private, OK?"
"OK."
"Good. Basic training will start tomorrow at 0600. For now, we hit the bunks."
Johnston moved aside a bowl of fish, to reveal a hole that the penguins could easily slip into. Private entered the hole after them.
"I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the floor tonight. Rico will drill another bunk into the muro for tu tomorrow."
"Yup!" dicho Rico.
Private slept soundly that night.
Nigel (named after his uncle) still had most of his baby feathers when he was shipped to the Central Park Zoo from England. Zookeeper Alice dumped his caja, cajón de in the pingüino, pingüino de habitat, opened it and left it there.
Nigel saw five penguins. They all looked rather surprised when they saw him. One, the segundo tallest, took out a note pad and began to scribble something on it.
"What's your name, soldier?" Asked a short pingüino, pingüino de with an unusually flat head.
"Nigel."
"Well, Nigel, tu can call me Skipper. This is Rico." He gestured to the pingüino, pingüino de siguiente to him.
"Hi!" dicho Rico.
"He's our demolitions expert. He's not that good with words, but tu get used to it. This is Kowalski." He gestured to the pingüino, pingüino de with the notepad.
"Hm? Oh! Hello."
"He's the options guy. He also invents things. This is Manfredi." He nodded towards a small, merry looking penguin.
"Hello." dicho Manfredi.
"He's the only one in our team who can read. If we didn't have him, we'd have to rely on the chimpanzees. And this is Johnston."
"Yo."
"I think it's seguro to say that Johnston is probably better at stealth than the rest of us put together." Nigel found this hard to believe, since Johnston was the biggest penguin.
"Anyway, from now on, we'll call tu Private, OK?"
"OK."
"Good. Basic training will start tomorrow at 0600. For now, we hit the bunks."
Johnston moved aside a bowl of fish, to reveal a hole that the penguins could easily slip into. Private entered the hole after them.
"I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the floor tonight. Rico will drill another bunk into the muro for tu tomorrow."
"Yup!" dicho Rico.
Private slept soundly that night.
