El Coyote

The klaxons blared. Sirens wailed.  The Trixster had broken through security and was loose in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman received only sketchy reports from his security minions: A coyote was determined to be foraging for feral cats and rodents. After a thirty minute lock down guests were allowed to roam on their own recognizance. Dawn was still two hours away.  “Stay safe out there.”