The Trickster

It was nearly 3 AM, the Raccoons had gone, exhausted from their play in the flowing waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving.  Things seemed quiet but the Face of Everyman awoke with a start, too scared to move.  Larry Latrans was back; touching base with each of his old haunts. Hereabouts, and in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he was known as The Trickster, one who has never been bested.    To the venerable sage Larry’s return could spell financial ruin, or worse, loss of his rent-free location, heated storage unit and parking spot.