It was Game Day. Wally dyed his head in team colors to show his support for Club Foggy Bottoms. the Face of Everyman expected to sell out. He hoped that he had enough jerseys in both vertical and horizontal stripes. To loyal fans image was everything.
Obstreperous
As the cherries ripened, then fermented, a new Rocky was born. Seen above at the posh watering hole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a poor specimen of a wild beast newly hooked on Sour Cherry Amarretto. With his liquor stocks running low, the Face of Everyman might soon be faced with an obstreperous Procyon lotor.
Occupied
Chaos
Caught
Caught like a Deer in the headlights Mollie tried to profess her innocence despite a mouthful of delicious Buttercup stems. During interrogation by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Forces she changed her story numerous times. She asked that the Face of Everyman be called as her defense. Surely he would verify that deadheading the blooms produced even more flowers. In the end she lost her Title II grazing privileges for twenty-four hours. She may be deemed beyond rehabilitation.
The Mayhem Kids
Early Season
The lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa closed early last night after a lot of pushing and shoving by the older Bucks. Some displays of temper continued outside. Finally most wandered off to sleep or rub antlers on trees. A few Does remained to trim leaves from lush, highly prized ornamental shrubs. the Face of Everyman went back to sleep. He never could understand this yearly dance.
Negotiations
The Dark Lord appeared in response to complaints from Crow constituents about the poor selection of appropriate foods at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa luncheon buffet. the Face of Everyman was quick to respond: A Crow family had a nest nearby and were about infrequently. Roving flocks were gracious enough to not intrude. In the end a compromise was reached; a small amount of artisan bread would be would be made available; subject to plundering by Raccoons, Dogs and Herring Gulls. The outcome could give politics a good name.
Cherry Filching
Rocky had been filching red cherries from the kindly ol’ pensioner’s tree. He held up a paw to show the Face of Everyman the deep red color and begged to wash up as raccoons are want to do. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was very particular about the purity of the water. However, the venerable sage found the the thought of cherry flavored water intriguing. “Perhaps, just this once.”



