Skipper and Marlene smiled as they finished decorating the small Christmas درخت in her habitat. Once they’d finished wrapping thin garlands and LED lights around it and hanging tiny hand-made ornaments, they stood back and admired their work.
“Well,” Skipper said, taking her سے طرف کی the waist from the side, “I think it turned out pretty well.”
Marlene smiled and rested her paw on his chest. “I think so too. I had a good time decorating it with you.”
Skipper looked back to the tree. “You too, Marlene,” he replied. “Let’s turn off the lights...
Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she کہا to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.
Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”
Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”