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Article posted over a year ago
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Name: Kate
Animal: Penguin
Gender: Female
Age: 14 (in human years)
Rank: Private First Class
Personality: Cute, sweet, shy, intelligent, friendly, tries to be helpful, optimistic,
Description: Short, Private's height, black and white, orange beak and feet, long dark brown hair, always wears a light blue ribbon in her hair, has brown eyes,
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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Chapter 4:
Private had fallen asleep. He woke up the next morning and hoped it was all a dream.
It wasn't.
He was in God-knows-where. California? New York? Somewhere in between? He had no idea. He knew he wasn't safe like in the Penguin HQ in the Zoo with his brothers there for him. He was
alone in a strange land and he didn't know where he was headed.
Kate and the Lemurs found Coney Island quickly. Dr. Blowhole wasn't there.
"Huh?" Kate said. "I'm sure this is where we're supposed to be."
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Opinion posted over a year ago
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Chapter 3:
Private looked at the men.
"I don't have a license," he said. "I didn't know you needed one."
"How old are you?" the men asked.
"I'm not quite sure," Private said. "That depends on if you mean penguin years, or human years.
Or-"
"Penguin years?" one man asked.
The ambulence drove away with the woman Private had hit.
"I have to leave," Private said.
"You're not going anywhere, sicko" a police officer said. He hand-cuffed Private.
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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Chapter 2:
Training begun. Kate sucked at it.
Skipper had set up the pins again. Kate sighed. Even Private was better at this than she was.
"Try again," Kowalski encouraged. Rico the Penguin nodded in agreement.
"This is hard," Kate said. Being with the Penguins wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There were
many disadvatanges, and Kate had to figure that out the hard way.
"What are you doing?" Mort the lemur asked. Kate looked down at saw the little mouse lemur by
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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Chapter 1:
Kate looked around the Penguin HQ.
"Huh?" she said. "Where am I?" She got up quickly and banged her head on her bunk.
"I don't have a bunk," she said, confused. "Where's my bed?" She looked at her hand and she
had flippers. She screamed.
"Good morning, Kate," Kowalski the Penguin said.
"Huh?" Kate asked. "Who are you?"
"Your brother, Kowalski," Kowalski said. "Go make Skipper's coffee. He's grouchy without it."
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