Billy leaned back in his chair as he watched the kids splash around, this was going to be a long day. The sun beat down on his shoulders, of course the umbrella broke. At least I put sunscreen on... he thought. Billy blew his whistle with a sharp tweet, "No running by the pool," he barked at one of the spoiled brats that ran alongside the water. He hated his job, but it was one of the very few ways a man could make money in the tiny town of Hawkins.