“Well look whose here?” said the Face of Everyman. “Mr. Disgruntled”. Harley was his usual self. Today he may have reason. All the corn chips had been eaten by the Crows. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa varied the meals and times. Harley had spent most of the past week yelling from the tree tops. “Next time keep your eye on the buffet.” Offered the venerable sage.
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