To the oblivion of the humans, Nigel; Private's mother; and Private waddle sleathly at their feet. Private has never seen so many humans in his life, let alone in the same place. He seems helplessly intrigued in them and their bizzare nature. As each one takes a step, he admires how giant-like their feet seem. There are different designs on their feet. That's silly Private thinks. They seem to be able to take them off.
His mother finds him wide-eyed. "Those are called shoes, Private."
"Sho-es?" Private repeats.
"Yes, the people wear them to protect their feet." She teaches the little penguin. He sits down, and holds up his left foot. "Where's my shoes?" Private asks.
"We don't need them." She says.
"Really?" Private ponders.
"Yes, our feet are different. Ours are webbed."
"Oh… what does that mean?"
"It helps us swim."
"Okay!" Private exclaims, and waddles up volgende to his uncle.
"Be careful!" His mother calls after him.
Careful he is, but he can't say the same for the people. They're big, but extremely clumsy! How do they get that big, being so awkward?
Loud is an understatement, considering the camotion. Private covers his earholes.
Nigel laughs, "Noisy, huh?"
"I've never heard a single pinguïn be as loud as one of them!" Private whines.
"Well, we'll meet meer clamorous penguins, when we get to England." Nigel smiles.
"Why is that?" Private questions.
"Where we come from, Private…… it's not as… joyful."
"What do u mean?"
"You'll understand more, when you're older."
"Okay!" Private cheers. While his uncle chuckles at his innonce, Private wonders off. Maybe I can make a friend!
A young girl taps on her mother's arm. Her mother is talking on her cellphone. Private waddles up.
"Hello, I'm-" Private doesn't even get to finish.
"Mommy!" The girl squeals.
"What?!" The woman asks, quite irked. Then, she stops shocked-just staring at Private.
"Hello!" Private smiles, trying to break the silence. But it is broken soon, meer than he wants.
"Vermin!" She screeches, and moves her foot in a snel, swift kick. He luckily dodges just in time. With the lady's high-heels, Private could have, not only, broken bones but be impaled; too.
"There's a pinguïn on board!" One person panics. Private stands petrified. People scramble away screaming. "Get an exterminator! Some one catch it-kill it-just whatever!"
Private can't believe what he's hearing. He thought that he could get along with them. Why do they want to hurt me?! What did I do wrong? They weren't friends-they were predators!
Men dash toward him with cages. Private closes his eyes. He's completely paralyzed.
The volgende thing Private knows, he's pushed into mid-air.