I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak said something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have words to explain. I just sat there in a pool of blood with an expression similar to what it'd be if a guy was caught stealing candy in his underwear late at night. Leeland found words sooner than I did, "What have..you done?" he asked, his eyes wide. I shrugged. Was that all I could do in my defense? That was pitiful! "I uh..this isn't..I just..after all?" I stuttered. Leeland sighed, shaking his head in distress, "Oh Fahlcon..those hours in the battle station..they DID do something to your head boy.." he muttered. What did he mean? Did he think I'd lost my marbles? I'd matured. I'd gotton hard-hearted a scoche, but I'd never dream of killing a guy in broad daylight! Leeland rested his head on his flipper. A penguin beside him holding what I recognised as a 57 Magnum in his flippers turned to him and asked, "What are your orders sir?" Leeland hesitated to reply. I debated begging for mercy, but something held me back. Who knows what. Leeland lifted his head and nodded slowly, "Bind him up." he motioned, "Take him back to the camp when your done." The two soldiers nodded. The next thing I knew my flipper's were bound behind my back and with a slight shove to start me off on my way the three of us followed Leeland towards the base. I for one was actually glad that there were two guys supporting me on either side. I think I would have collapsed otherwise. I felt like barfing, fainting, and going from here to heaven all at once. I walked in a daze, my eyes fixed on my feet taking each slow, shaky stride. Where they were leading me, could seal my fate entirely; and I knew it.
a tribute to Penguin of Madagascar
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
Penguin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Join together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live Penguin of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
Penguin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Join together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live Penguin of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and if you were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The wall belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The wall belonged to the Central Park Zoo!