Little Chesty always looked forward to the deep philosophical discussions between himself and the Face of Everyman.  Just as he was nearing the crux of his rationalization on existentialism he caught sight of a handcrafted Crow eavesdropping.  This sort of apparition is seldom reported in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Yet its mere presence caused the scholarly Chickadee to lose his train of thought.  He left, asking E for a return audience; perhaps Saturday morning.