Just then, Frankie Fox, appeared as if from out of nowhere. “Hi kids,” he said through the foxiest smile that the Beaver kids had ever seen. “I have just come here to tell you that today is the opening day of my brand new travel agency. You can find it up the hill and around the bend. It’s called The Foxy Travel Agency. We at Foxy Travel are selling trips to The Summertime.” “Trips to The Summertime?” said Billy. “What’s that?” “Well, every year about this time all of the critters who live around this wetland community, especially the younger ones, get to thinking about how nice it would be to leave this cold climate behind them and travel to a warmer place. A place that I call The Summertime.