The Ranger Factory

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. You know, being a teacher isn't the bed of roses or a bowl of gravy, not by any stretch of the imagination.

A teacher is just like a parent in many respects. Each student must be handled differently, just as a parent must raise each child differently because they are different. So if a teacher has ten or thirty different pupils, he has ten or thirty different problems, sometimes they can be real problems indeed. Why don't we call this story the Ranger Factory?

Colonel Anders, my boss and the man in charge of the whole western area, ordered me to the Ranger School, which is about a hundred miles northwest of Naughty Pine. I was to take command of the school while Monty Westfield took his month's vacation, which he well deserved. I to the school late in the afternoon.

Welcome to the Ranger Factory Bill. Factory is right. You've certainly got some fine-looking young man here, Marty. How are you anyway? Oh, I'm just fine. In fact, I'm very fine now that I've got a month's loafing looking me right square in the eye.

I know this how you feel. You surely earned this one. Saying, school grounds look like a military academy. Beautiful longs, well-kept, the buildings and grounds of Macu. This is a military academy for all practical purposes, Bill.