they were as special as these three surely were. Individuals have the right to choose what is right for them.These TravlinBug'z had chosen a life of Travlin on. That was the last time I saw those Bug'z, although I do seen them from time to time in my daydreams, just as they were when I was a little girl. Over the years, I have gotten some postcards from them on their travels, postcards from some places in the farthest corners
of the world with names I can’t even pronounce. We all laughed as Great Gram took a sip of the tea that Dad had made for her, and paused in her story.
“ Great Gram,” I asked, “ What happened to Claude and Victor if you still have Claude’s trunk in the attic ?" " What happened when Claude held his Great Night, and the Bug'z weren’t there ?” With
a twinkle in her eye, Great Gram resumed her exciting tale of discovery and adventure.
THE TALE OF THE TRAVLINBUG'Z, A CONTINUING ADVENTURE...