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Brady hadn't been around other children before. Not even when he hatched. The only interactions he had were seeing them going to a school or playing on a playground. He once asked his Grammy why he couldn't go to school. "Schools are like a prison, Brady; they're boring and a waste of time. The adventures we go to are fun and educational," she answered. Grammy then look at him with a hurt expression, "besides, wouldn't you want to be with your family? To be with me?" Bradford immediately said yes. Of course, he wants to be with Grammy. He loves her. It's just that…

Eh, never mind, Brady thought. That was then, this is now. Now, he's with kids around his age. Grammy and other adults came together and created the Junior Woodchuck. It's meant to help kids like Brady to become great adventurers like them.

All the adults were inside the cabin, while the children were outside. Almost everyone was to be getting along. Some groups of children were laughing amongst themselves, while others were playing games. It seems so much fun, but Brady couldn't bring himself to join them. Brady was too scared to meet any of them.

What if he annoys them? Intruding on their conversations? Invading their space? What if he embarrassed himself in front of them? What if they don't want to be friends with him?

Bradford was busy worrying, that he didn't know someone walking towards him. Until that someone spoke. "Hey, what's your name?" Brady – startled - looks up and sees a familiar seagull boy in front of him. "Well, are going to say something or what?"

Brady looks at him for a moment before he spoke, "I- I um, my name's is…" Come on stupid, say something, Brady thought to himself. Say something before you embarrassed yourself.

"Come on already," the other boy taps his foot impatiently, "I don't have all day."

"B-Bradford," Brady finally stuttered out. "Bradford Finch, but… Grammy calls me Brady."

"Brady, huh?" The seagull boy smiles at him, "nice to meet you, Brady. My name is Sincere Gatlin Gull, but you can call me Gatlin."

Present Day

The sun's light shines through Bradford's window. Despite wanting to go back to sleep, the old vulture failed. That's typically how his sleep goes. After a nightmare, he never goes back to sleep. No matter how hard he tries.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

A rooster? Bradford thought as he turns his head towards the window. Haven't heard one of those since I was a child, Bradford sat up with a grunt. He looks around the room to make sure nothing changed. The desk's drawers were still close, and the chair did not move an inch. Everything is as they were.

Suddenly, three gentle knocks on the door snaps Bradford out of his thoughts. "Mr. Buzzard," the door opens as Ms. Rose enters the room, "I came to tell you breakfast is ready."

"I'm not hungry," Bradford bluntly states. He shouldn't be testing her, but he didn't feel like leaving the room. He was also curious on far he can go. She'll most likely be assertive now-

"All right then," Ms. Rose said kindly. Confused, Bradford furrows his brows. That was not the response he expected. Mr. Rose continues, "Mr. Jughead said you haven't eaten, and I thought you would like to have some pancakes, eggs, sausage, waffles." Bradford's stomach grumbles at the mention of the food Mr. Rose listed, he quickly but a hand over his stomach and blushes in embarrassment. "I see your stomach would like to have some pancakes," Ms. Rose said with a mischievous smile, "I suggest you eat, Mr. Buzzard." She closes the door, leaving Bradford and his hunger alone.

"She did that on purpose," Bradford mumbled to himself. His stomach grumbles in response. "No, I am not going out. I've dealt with starvation - many starvation - throughout my life. I'm sure I can miss a single day without food." His stomach grumbles in response; his head started hurting. With a sigh, Bradford got up and walks out of his room. Opening the door, he sees Ms. Rose standing in the hallway smiling. She gestures him to follow, Bradford let out an annoyed huff.

As both Bradford and Ms. Rose walked towards the cafeteria, they must go through the one of the hospital's lounges, Lounge C2. In the lounge was a television, just like all the other lounges. It's to help keep the residents know what happening in the real world. "Mr. McDuck tell us, how do you feel about Bradford Buzzards's sentence?" While Ms. Rose kept walking, Bradford stopped when he heard his name from the TV. Scrooge McDuck having a microphone being held up in front of him.

"The Jury are bloody eejits," Scrooge said with a scowl, "I know Bradford, he would try and escape that waste of space they call a hospital in a week." Scrooge hit his cane onto the ground firmly, "He is nothing more than a cowardly snake, who will try to squirm his way out of trouble."

The scene cuts to Roxanne Featherly, "here are more comments from Bradford Buzzard's other victims." The TV then starts showing people Bradford and FOWL had fought against.

"That monster kidnapped me and my children!" Ma Beagle cried out while crocodile tears streaming down her face. She then gestures to who middle-aged sons, "who in their right mind kidnapped children?"

"I was minding my own business, scheming for Scrooge's demise. It would've been a bomb that cover more than 20 miles. Making it the perfect weapon to blow up McDuck Manor. There would be no room to escape for you, Scrooge! Hahaha," Glomgold laughed maniacal. Featherly clears her throat and Glomgold immediately stop laughing. "Anyways, I suddenly in a library. Because of him my plans had to be on hold for the next 25 years! Curse you, Bra-"

The screen suddenly switches to a particularly angry witch. "That vile vulture thinks he just mind control me?!" Magica yelled as she snatches the microphone from Featherly's hand. "If you are seeing this vulture then know this, you have not escaped my wrath. The court may think they can control me, but I will not rest to till I-"

The threat was left unfinished as one of the inmates in the lounge switch the channel to a football game. "Why'd you changed it?" Asked one of the other inmates.

"I hate news channels," said the man who changed to the channel. He looked towards Bradford, "besides there's been nothing but bad news these days."

Bradford looked him.

The other inmates then turn to see Bradford standing at the lounge's doorway. Bradford quickly leaves. "But the news wasn't about you," he heard one of the inmates said.

That man, Bradford thought, why does he look familiar? Bradford ponders until he had heard hurriedly walking towards him. He looks up to see Ms. Rose, who had a concern look to her? She claims to have walked too far ahead and lost sight of him. She asked did something happened to him. "No. Nothing at all," Bradford answered her simply.