Liberty was deep into a painting when it happened. She loved painting. It help soothe her when things went wrong. She loved the gentle strokes of her brush as her masterpeices took form. Today a radiant image of the African plain glowed before her. She was almost done. The last thing to do was the sky. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice, "Am I interrupting something?"
Liberty gasped, looking around, her amber eyes darting to the entrance of her cave. A streak of sky blue slashed across the african plain. She looked back in dismay. Her homeland was ruined. She turned to see who'd been the cause and found herself face to face with-
"Skipper!" she exclaimed, "Shouldn't আপনি be out dating your little ভোঁদড় girl?"
Skipper sighed and shuffled his feet, "Yeah, about that.." he began, "I'm sorry..I didn't know আপনি liked me-"
"-Ah, here we go again!" Liberty interrupted, "Five times now! You've come in here begging on your flippers and knees..er, if আপনি have them..-but you've been pathetically pleading for mercy! Mercy I WON'T give!"
Skipper sighed again, "Fine," he waddled for the door, "I just want আপনি to know, " he said, standing in the doorway so that he was a near-sillouette, casting a long shadow across the stnoy floor, "I want the key to unlocking your little door. If you'll let me in..I..-I promise I won't break your হৃদয় again."
Liberty shook her head, "The ভোঁদড় will be dissapointed, besides..I can't trust you."
Skipper nodded, "Well, I guess I can understand that. Liberty, no matter what আপনি think of me, -I প্রণয় you."
Liberty watched him leave, it was the hardest thing she'd ever done to let him go.