As the figure got closer Private shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Skipper emerged out of the fog and rushed to Private's side.
S: "Private! Private, wake up! Please speak to me!"
Skipper put his head to Private's ice cold chest. A faint heartbeat caught his attention. His raced through the treacherous blizzard. He concluded his sprint when they reached a cave. Skipper held Private tight in his trembling flippers. He strode deeper into the cave with Private in his grasp firmly. Even though the immense cave seemed dank and mysterious, Skipper felt comfortable in it. After all, this was where he lived his younger adult years. There was a mound of snow in the middle of the cave with blankets layered on tuktok of it. This was where he laid Private down and covered him up with all the blankets he had brought with him.

Then he lit a match and lit torches that hung throughout the cave. It made the mysterious cave a bit madami welcoming. The cave's mood seemed depressing and painfilled of sorrow,
disappointment, and worst abandonment. It was designed with a couch; another mound of snow.

While his little soldier was still asleep, Skipper reguriated the isda he had caught for dinner. It wasn't enough for the two of them, and he was famished since he hadn't had a decent meal in two weeks. Out of his luggage he pulled out three sticks out of twenty. He simulated a apoy with two of thick sticks, and used the other to scoore the fish. Private woke up to the scent of the freshly roasted fish.
S: "Private, how are you feeling?"
P: "Better, where am I?"
S: "In Antartica, in my cave, madami specifically."
Private struggled to his feet.
S: "Be careful."
Private gazed around almost in a daze it seemed like a daishafu feeling wept over Private. It was strange something about this place felt familiar. He felt almost an attachment to it.
S: "I got you some dinner."
Skipper handed Private all the isda to Private.

Private devoured the isda in barely a minute.
S: "You must have been hungry."
P: "Definitely, did you have hapunan yet, Skippah?"
S: "Uh, yeah,"
P: "But I heard your stomach growl."
S: "Oh, I'm probably just not used to reguriating up fish."
P: "Oh, I'm sorry."
S: "You're fine, don't worry. I should probably tell you the rules. One: No going deeper into the cave. Two: No leaving the cave without me. Three: You need to respect me. Four: You need to be careful outside the cave even if, which I should be with you."
P: "Okay, but this is your cave. Why can't I go farther in?"
S: "For various reasons that is classified."
P: "Alright,"
Private was too thankful to tanong any more.
P: "Thank you, Skippah."
S: "There's no need to thank me, Private."
P: "You saved my life."
S: "I know, it's not like you haven't done the same thing for me. Can I ask you a question?"
P: "Of course,"
S: "Why did you come back to this flee biten wasteland?"
P: "Well, it's sorta personal, but I'll tell you. A long time ago, when I was a young chick my dad left. After that, I don't know ... something inside of me just felt ... missing. "
S: "Well, ... good luck. I never knew my father that well either. He was killed sa pamamagitan ng poachers when I was born."
P: "Oh dear, I'm sorry!"
S: "That's alright."
P: "What are poachers?"
S: "Humans who kill mga hayop illegally. It's illegal to hunt penguins. Since we are endangered, and all."
P: "B-but that's impossible, humans wouldn't hurt us. They like us we're cute and cuddly!"
S: "They also like our meat and hides, and sometimes they stuff us or mount our heads as trophies."
P: "How do you know?!"
S: "My father,"
P: "I'm so sorry! I forgot. Please don't be mad at me!"
S: "Shh, it's okay."
Private sleepily yawned.
S: "You ready for bed?"
Private nodded.
P: "Where are you going to sleep?"
S: "I'll put together a kama real fast."
P: "You can sleep here."
S: "No, I'm good."
Private hopped into bed, and covered himself with the thick sheets up to his head. Skipper waddled up to the cozy penguin.
S: "Are you warm?"
P: "Yes,"
S: "Good! Goodnight, Private!"
Skipper patted his head and went to working on his own bed.

Private tossed and turned in his bed. He simp;y couldn't sleep. Skipper noticed this and went over to him.
P: "I can't sleep."
S: "Well, I could .... um, .... help."
P: "This might sound weird,but can you sing me a lullaby?"
Private shut his eyes in disappointment and pure exhaustion. Skipper began to sing. (This song is called "Golden Slumbers" sa pamamagitan ng The Beatles.)
S: "Once there was a way to get back homewardx2 sleep young Private do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby..."
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