The camping trip underway, Mark cooks up some grub for Rusty and Sassy. (I wonder if it's fruit stew, a la the
Reading Rainbow book
Three Days On A River In A Red Canoe. I hope it is.) Taken away from the familiar surroundings of Lost Forest, Rusty is in a constant state of alert and those gunshots sure aren't helping things. Mark, on the other hand, seems relatively calm, which means that the hat is working. (What do you mean, what do I mean? Clearly Mark is implementing the Superman/Clark Kent Theory of Secret Identities. Everyone knows Mark Trail, but much like no one knows Clark Kent is Superman if he brushes back the spit curl and puts on a pair of glasses, no one knows that the guy who looks like he should be pumping gas or working in a garage is Mark Trail once the hat goes on. Plus, it will make the inevitable infiltration the poachers' inner circle that much easier. Oh, if only he could grow a pair of sideburns, then everything would be perfect.) Unfortunately, the continued sound of gunfire in the area means that either there is a swamp feud taking place, or this camping trip is about to be cut short (that and maybe Mark should think about relocating the camp. I know that if I kept hearing gunshots, I wouldn't be feeling too comfortable about my location).
Apparently unaffected by the sound of gunshots, Mark and Rusty remain at their little camp by the water. (They also seem to be unaffected by all of the mosquitoes that I'm pretty sure should be buzzing around the swamp.) With that random duck and turtle keeping an eye on them, I'm also thinking that the fragile alliance between the Avians and the forest animals is holding, if only for the moment (or perhaps both sides have decided that Mark has to go, but I can't see the forest animals doing that). Turning away from the peaceful campsite, we find the poachers hard at work as Bob watches Stu and Phil tend to the alligator that was taken down by that last gunshot (and if they get caught, you just know they'll say it was self-defense). I guess Bob's chat with Mary went in the poachers' favor (that, or Bob chickened out and what he actually talked to her about was what they were having for dinner, specifically whether they should have corn or beans for the vegetable). Still, Bob doesn't seem completely comfortable with the activity, and it could be the fact that they're all being watched by the Jack Elrod Ball, who was just a little late in getting that particular alligator to safety (or it could have been that that alligator wouldn't go, saying that he'd be fine, he'd survive, and he didn't need any help. I hope it wasn't anyone I knew.). Yeah, Stu, illegal activities sure beat mill work, but mill work won't get you arrested and sent to jail. Personally, I'd stick to the mill work, especially since it looks like Phil is trying to skin that alligator with a butter knife, telling me that you haven't exactly thought this thing through.
The camping trip underway, Mark cooks up some grub for Rusty and Sassy. (I wonder if it's fruit stew, a la the Reading Rainbow book Three Days On A River In A Red Canoe. I hope it is.) Taken away from the familiar surroundings of Lost Forest, Rusty is in a constant state of alert and those gunshots sure aren't helping things. Mark, on the other hand, seems relatively calm, which means that the hat is working. (What do you mean, what do I mean? Clearly Mark is implementing the Superman/Clark Kent Theory of Secret Identities. Everyone knows Mark Trail, but much like no one knows Clark Kent is Superman if he brushes back the spit curl and puts on a pair of glasses, no one knows that the guy who looks like he should be pumping gas or working in a garage is Mark Trail once the hat goes on. Plus, it will make the inevitable infiltration the poachers' inner circle that much easier. Oh, if only he could grow a pair of sideburns, then everything would be perfect.) Unfortunately, the continued sound of gunfire in the area means that either there is a swamp feud taking place, or this camping trip is about to be cut short (that and maybe Mark should think about relocating the camp. I know that if I kept hearing gunshots, I wouldn't be feeling too comfortable about my location).
Apparently unaffected by the sound of gunshots, Mark and Rusty remain at their little camp by the water. (They also seem to be unaffected by all of the mosquitoes that I'm pretty sure should be buzzing around the swamp.) With that random duck and turtle keeping an eye on them, I'm also thinking that the fragile alliance between the Avians and the forest animals is holding, if only for the moment (or perhaps both sides have decided that Mark has to go, but I can't see the forest animals doing that). Turning away from the peaceful campsite, we find the poachers hard at work as Bob watches Stu and Phil tend to the alligator that was taken down by that last gunshot (and if they get caught, you just know they'll say it was self-defense). I guess Bob's chat with Mary went in the poachers' favor (that, or Bob chickened out and what he actually talked to her about was what they were having for dinner, specifically whether they should have corn or beans for the vegetable). Still, Bob doesn't seem completely comfortable with the activity, and it could be the fact that they're all being watched by the Jack Elrod Ball, who was just a little late in getting that particular alligator to safety (or it could have been that that alligator wouldn't go, saying that he'd be fine, he'd survive, and he didn't need any help. I hope it wasn't anyone I knew.). Yeah, Stu, illegal activities sure beat mill work, but mill work won't get you arrested and sent to jail. Personally, I'd stick to the mill work, especially since it looks like Phil is trying to skin that alligator with a butter knife, telling me that you haven't exactly thought this thing through.
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