The susunod morning was quiet. The bruises on Skipper’s body had turned the deepest possible shade of purple, his left eye had swelled to its max, and his beak remained shut.
Private had tried to get him to eat, but Skipper didn’t even acknowledge his existence. Rico had started to work on a wheelchair for him in Kowalski’s lab, and Kowalski remained topside to take messages from visitors. He knew that the last thing Skipper would want is a) for people to see him in his current state, and b) sympathy.
Later on that evening, Rico and Kowalski presented Skipper with his wheelchair. Skipper sideways...
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