Here is part six of my tagahanga fiction. It's Johnson's story.
"Okay,"I said. "So I had just broke my wing, and was really embarrassed."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about when you break a wing,"said Private."While you were gone, we all broke our wings. Of corse, that is a different story, we thought Skipper was a zombie and-."
"Yes, Private,"said Ivy. "We all get it. Now, Johnson is trying to tell a story of his own story, and I'd really like to hear it."
"Okay,"I continued. "Since I had a broken wing, I couldn't really think straight, so I walked into the parking lot, and jumped onto a blue minivan. I must've fallen asleep, because when I looked up, the car was speeding down a highway.
I held on tight with my good flipper, hoping the car would stop. When it finally did, I was very tired and dizzy. Then I saw a sign that said: Welcome To Nevada."
"Wow! Nevada!"Said Ivy and Kowalski at the same time.
"What or where is Nevada, exactly?"Private asked.
"Nevada is all the way on the other side of the country," Kowalski explained.
"What country?"Asked Private.
"The USA, or the one we live in,"I said.
"I thought we lived in the country of New York?"Said Private, who seemed to be puzzled.
"If we ever went to school, Private would not be good in social studies,"said Ivy, as she rolled her eyes.
"Is that an insult?"Private asked.
"Yep,"said Rico.
"Okay, enough about that,"said Skipper. "Let Johnson finish his story."
I continued,"So when I saw the Nevada sign, I freaked. I tried to go back to the car that took me there, but it had left. sa pamamagitan ng then, my wing was throbbing with pain. I needed to find some treatment, and a place to stay for the night.
I saw a town, so I ran towards it-"
"Hey, guys,"said Ivy."Am I the only ibong dagat in this room who can read a clock, because it's one thirty in the morning. Don't you think we should be getting to bed, or we'll be ugly and discusting in the morning instead of cute and cuddly."
"Ivy does have a point,"said Skipper. "We should be getting to bed."
Then Rico yawned.
"Johnson can continue his story tomorrow,"said Skipper.
"Were can I sleep?"I asked.
"There's a back-up blanket and unan in the corner to the left of you,"said Kowalski, as he climbed into his bunk.
I grabbed the unan and blanket, then found a comfortable spot on the flore. I curled up, and fell asleep.
"Okay,"I said. "So I had just broke my wing, and was really embarrassed."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about when you break a wing,"said Private."While you were gone, we all broke our wings. Of corse, that is a different story, we thought Skipper was a zombie and-."
"Yes, Private,"said Ivy. "We all get it. Now, Johnson is trying to tell a story of his own story, and I'd really like to hear it."
"Okay,"I continued. "Since I had a broken wing, I couldn't really think straight, so I walked into the parking lot, and jumped onto a blue minivan. I must've fallen asleep, because when I looked up, the car was speeding down a highway.
I held on tight with my good flipper, hoping the car would stop. When it finally did, I was very tired and dizzy. Then I saw a sign that said: Welcome To Nevada."
"Wow! Nevada!"Said Ivy and Kowalski at the same time.
"What or where is Nevada, exactly?"Private asked.
"Nevada is all the way on the other side of the country," Kowalski explained.
"What country?"Asked Private.
"The USA, or the one we live in,"I said.
"I thought we lived in the country of New York?"Said Private, who seemed to be puzzled.
"If we ever went to school, Private would not be good in social studies,"said Ivy, as she rolled her eyes.
"Is that an insult?"Private asked.
"Yep,"said Rico.
"Okay, enough about that,"said Skipper. "Let Johnson finish his story."
I continued,"So when I saw the Nevada sign, I freaked. I tried to go back to the car that took me there, but it had left. sa pamamagitan ng then, my wing was throbbing with pain. I needed to find some treatment, and a place to stay for the night.
I saw a town, so I ran towards it-"
"Hey, guys,"said Ivy."Am I the only ibong dagat in this room who can read a clock, because it's one thirty in the morning. Don't you think we should be getting to bed, or we'll be ugly and discusting in the morning instead of cute and cuddly."
"Ivy does have a point,"said Skipper. "We should be getting to bed."
Then Rico yawned.
"Johnson can continue his story tomorrow,"said Skipper.
"Were can I sleep?"I asked.
"There's a back-up blanket and unan in the corner to the left of you,"said Kowalski, as he climbed into his bunk.
I grabbed the unan and blanket, then found a comfortable spot on the flore. I curled up, and fell asleep.
