Poor Rusty… back to Lost Forest and zero chance of making the acquaintance of anyone nearly as exotic as Mara! I mean, the gray hair! The (ahem) mature form! She really was quite the siren… Hard to peg her age… girls grow up faster than boys, you know? Anyway, back home we go. Hopefully never to see another Toucan.
What I really fear is what comes next and the fact that it will drag through summer and well into fall… At least by now our expectations should be well set. So settle in, folks. Maybe Mark will get to go someplace alone this time, be tempted by a siren of his own, proclaim his happily married status, and punch a couple of poachers… we can only hope.