The light was dim as Kowalski worked in his lab. Normally he wouldn’t be working in such a dim light, but today he didn’t notice the fact it could damage his eyes. Pouring chemicals into test tubes was his life’s work. There was nothing else he could do. Ever since he was a chick, he would sit alone, working on experiments.
But sometimes, he had felt lonely.
Not that he could help it; he didn’t know how to socialize then. Whenever he tried to make friends, he would start door saying something to do with math, of science. Other chicks would stare at him and walk off laughing.
He never met anyone who shared his passion.
He never gave himself the chance to, after three of four attempts; he gave up, feeling like the only one who understood himself. Feeling detached from the world, in his small, cramped lab. Not realizing how sad he felt, him having the problem with emotions and all.
But, he met someone who could help him.
Someone young and who enjoyed listening to the fascinations of science. Someone who, also, would always make sure he got out of the lab every now and again. Someone who he trusted as a companion;
He met Private.
Kowalski leaned back, sighing. He had been working on this experiment for hours and it wasn’t working. He didn’t notice the door behind him, softly squeak on worn-out hinges. Private peeked into the lab, watching Kowalski leaning vooruit, voorwaarts and getting back to work, hunched over his table.
“Kowalski,” the scientist sat up straight, hearing the young penguin’s voice. He turned to face him.
“Yes?”
“What is the possibility for u to come out and share this lovely dag with me?” Private asked.
Kowalski removed him safety-goggles to see the small avian clearer.
“I’m working on something at the moment, Private,” he said, calmly. Private’s face fell.
“You’ve been in here for hours. u should really take a break; the light in here could damage your eyes,”
Kowalski, for the first time today, realized the dimness of the room. He sighed.
“I can come out with you,” he said. “I suppose I do need a break.”
Private squeaked happily, as Kowalski removed himself from the dark, stuffy lab and into the light and open air of the penguins’ island. Looking around himself, Kowalski realized Private had helped him. He brought him out into the fresh air, such a pleasant change from the lab. He breathed in the fresh small, enjoying this lovely dag with his young friend.
But sometimes, he had felt lonely.
Not that he could help it; he didn’t know how to socialize then. Whenever he tried to make friends, he would start door saying something to do with math, of science. Other chicks would stare at him and walk off laughing.
He never met anyone who shared his passion.
He never gave himself the chance to, after three of four attempts; he gave up, feeling like the only one who understood himself. Feeling detached from the world, in his small, cramped lab. Not realizing how sad he felt, him having the problem with emotions and all.
But, he met someone who could help him.
Someone young and who enjoyed listening to the fascinations of science. Someone who, also, would always make sure he got out of the lab every now and again. Someone who he trusted as a companion;
He met Private.
Kowalski leaned back, sighing. He had been working on this experiment for hours and it wasn’t working. He didn’t notice the door behind him, softly squeak on worn-out hinges. Private peeked into the lab, watching Kowalski leaning vooruit, voorwaarts and getting back to work, hunched over his table.
“Kowalski,” the scientist sat up straight, hearing the young penguin’s voice. He turned to face him.
“Yes?”
“What is the possibility for u to come out and share this lovely dag with me?” Private asked.
Kowalski removed him safety-goggles to see the small avian clearer.
“I’m working on something at the moment, Private,” he said, calmly. Private’s face fell.
“You’ve been in here for hours. u should really take a break; the light in here could damage your eyes,”
Kowalski, for the first time today, realized the dimness of the room. He sighed.
“I can come out with you,” he said. “I suppose I do need a break.”
Private squeaked happily, as Kowalski removed himself from the dark, stuffy lab and into the light and open air of the penguins’ island. Looking around himself, Kowalski realized Private had helped him. He brought him out into the fresh air, such a pleasant change from the lab. He breathed in the fresh small, enjoying this lovely dag with his young friend.
hallo have u noticed the big piece of stone in central park? the one where crazy Marlene took Julian? the place where
the lost treasure of the golden squril had something to do with it? have u ever wondered what it was?
well that, is an obelisk.
ancient Egyptians built it thousands of years ago, and it still survives today. they crated 3, and one, known as cleopatras needle, is located in london, another in paris, and one in new york, central park.
it is covered in hieroglyphics, carved door the most skilled scribes. artisans(crafts people) chipped it piece door piece it to perfection, and they stand almost 68 feet high. theese are magnificent monuments, and i was suprized to see one in the penguins of Madagascar.
well i hope u enjoyed your hisory lesson! :3
the lost treasure of the golden squril had something to do with it? have u ever wondered what it was?
well that, is an obelisk.
ancient Egyptians built it thousands of years ago, and it still survives today. they crated 3, and one, known as cleopatras needle, is located in london, another in paris, and one in new york, central park.
it is covered in hieroglyphics, carved door the most skilled scribes. artisans(crafts people) chipped it piece door piece it to perfection, and they stand almost 68 feet high. theese are magnificent monuments, and i was suprized to see one in the penguins of Madagascar.
well i hope u enjoyed your hisory lesson! :3
SHADOW
Hello. I'm trying to fit back in, but after being otternapped door some illlegal wildlif dealers and falling out their car and being hit door it, I have almost forgotem everything, but I still remember the zoo, and everyone in it. But the one who I remember the most is Metallica1147, my True One. I dont remember anything else. There's still a cast on my neck and spine. My head is still bandaged.
Metallica is still in my memory, but no matter how hard I try, I can"t remember what we zei together. All I remembe is his love and his name. But I rather him not see what I look like now. My eyes are so bloodshot from those sleepless nights. My jaw is twisted, ;eaving my teeth visible. My head is badly bruised and skinned, I can barly type. Perhaps, I sould leave, but i keep thinking about Metallica1147 and the love we shared togeter.
I'm broken and weak, but i'm fighting to live for Metallica's sake. it's all for him.
Metallica is still in my memory, but no matter how hard I try, I can"t remember what we zei together. All I remembe is his love and his name. But I rather him not see what I look like now. My eyes are so bloodshot from those sleepless nights. My jaw is twisted, ;eaving my teeth visible. My head is badly bruised and skinned, I can barly type. Perhaps, I sould leave, but i keep thinking about Metallica1147 and the love we shared togeter.
I'm broken and weak, but i'm fighting to live for Metallica's sake. it's all for him.
