
the Face of Everyman viewed with alarm Henrietta’s most recent proclamation. Had he really booked the First Lady for a noon time pod cast from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Silvester was on a mission. He was searching the vast jungles of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somewhere there was a Ground Hog that owed him a better reading than he gave yesterday to the Press Corps. Both he and the Face of Everyman didn’t like the prospect of six more weeks of Winter. This cat wanted a better outcome.

Pogo was a day late and a dollar short. The Crows, Pigeons, and Opossum had all been here before him and cleaned his plate. He would just have to root for his supper in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it only fitting that wild animals should be allowed to be animals.