Dawn rose as the sun crept over the horizon in the Central Park Zoo, the birds were whistling a merry tune, and the smell of freshly baked pretzels was in the air.
In the পেংগুইন habitat, Kowalski opened his eyes slowly, the sound of the Tv beating in his earholes. He got out of his bunk groggily and shuffled over to his team mates. Private was parked in front of the Tv watching his favourite show, and Skipper and Rico were playing cards at the cinder block table. Kowalski noticed the trademark মাছ coffee in Skipper flipper.
"Morning." Kowalski managed through a yawn.
"Finally up I see soldier."...
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