Once again, inexplicably, the Early Warning Klaxon had failed to warn of an intruder entering the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  As the Face of Everyman slowly came out of his REM stage sleep he was able to comprehend what this semi-feral feline wanted.  Somewhere Hercules had heard that one needed to apply for a Songbird Hunting License before one could legally take a bird.  The venerable sage assured him that the the Resort was now a sanctuary with laws against hunting anything.  The big cat left unhappy and unfulfilled; you knew he’d be back.