An Epic Tale of Transition

In pure Amerifashion, we’ve inhabited new housing. Or perhaps "schooling" is the correct term in this case. Yes, we've moved, from Brookland Elementary to the Henry and Annie Hurt Home for the Blind in Georgetown, which was once a school and is now closed for renovations (and now badger inhabitance). Here is our story...

After making ourselves at school at Brookland, a leak had sprung in the pipes. What started as your average leaky faucet drips quickly escalated as water seeped into the ceiling tiles in the main living area (cafeteria). Pieces of the ceiling tiles began to fall and water made its way through to the floor, where we had to fight the aggressive tidal waves that blocked our path to the man-made bridge that connected us from the stairs to the kitchen. Several of us made our way to the nearby floating cafeteria table and used that as a boat to sail turbulently through the wind and rain until we reached dry land, the parking lot. The rest of the fleet made its why back in to rescue our food supplies that would come with us on the voyage ahead.


We managed to save it all, perishable and non, and we loaded it onto our boat along with other items salvaged from the flood. Some of the native inhabitants opted to stay behind and wait for rescue and make sure nobody else was left behind. Before parting ways, we took a group photo to remember our times together with them...


Soon after, we sailed off. We loaded the rest of our belongings and made our way to a new land, a land where no troubled waters would find us, a place where we would start anew, and we'd be prepared if and when the next challenge approached us. Rar Rar Rar!


Rar Rar Rar!