Well isn't that convenient.

Mark shows the President of the Williams Chemical Company the pictures he took and she immediately goes on the defensive (even if it really looks like he's trying to teach her to read in that first panel), not that she hasn't been on the defensive ever since Mark showed up unannounced at the office. Still, she's sticking to her story and claiming to have no knowledge of the dumping, claiming instead that her company takes care of those sorts of things in a completely legal and ethical manner, which is apparently the duty of the Vice President of the Williams Chemical Company. Sorry Miss Williams, but I don't think that you can just pass off the blame for the dumping on some mysterious vice president and get away scot-free. Sorry, ma'am, but it just doesn't work that way (not anymore, anyway). Maybe if we actually knew who this vice president was things would be different (after all, if it's Peter, that sort of thing would be right up his alley), but the fact is that we just don't know, and it might be weeks before we do.

Meanwhile, the Avian's exercise program continues. (What do you mean, "Why's it taking so long?" Have you seen what bird legs look like? Do you know how much beak sharpeners cost? Do you know how long it takes to turn raw recruits into precision flying teams? No, I didn't think so.) We should all enjoy these days of relative calm because after all, it's getting warmer, spring is turning to summer, and the more athletic birds are already beginning to take to the skies. (I certainly haven't forgotten about those ducks, have you?)