ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴡɪɴᴅ.

The Penguins of Madagascar

            “I can agree with that! Hear that, bud?                         He’s talking about you.”

     Said majestic specimen      was far too busy with an itch to care.

        Nearly all of what the boy speaks is lost to him,           withheld behind a domineering fixation of curiosity.           Carefully does his paws tread over towards the           creature, still ill knowledgeable on what to deem           the beast as, though knowing simple noting it as a           'lizard like creature' would seem too degrading.

                                  "Such dazzling ashen lamina with                                   astounding ailerons, what do you call                                   such a fascinating brute?"

        although fingers stop dancing the object betwixt         their girth, the king remained firmly attached to it.

                ‘ excuse me ?       how dare you, you ugly pup-ie,           say i cannot touch this? ’ 

        toes extend to take him up to prod the wolf’s nose.

                                                                ‘ i am a king ! ’ 

        Snout twists and twitches at the jab from lemur            digits. Irritation swells throughout his nostrils yet            all that the agent acts upon is a need to obtain the            vile secured to his own paws as he is ill receptive            to entrusting the 'king' with something as imperative            for his analysis. A steady yank of his elbow is given            aside a twined glance is shared between the beasts.

                        "Ex--excuse you? Have you any knowledge                         of what this case contains? As a wolf and a trained                         leader of the northern sector for the protection of any                         and all animal species, u n b i a s e d towards                         classifications, let it go."