the Face of Everyman was increasingly haunted by his gross mistake in gene splicing. His experiments on the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa returned on a regular basis to remind him of his errors. He should have stuck to wrinkled peas.


The word had to be spread quickly. Henretta wanted everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to know that snow was in the forecast. the Face of Everyman wasn’t so sure. It seemed too early for snow. He went back to sleep.


Natasha got flooded out and needed a dry place to roost. In advance of the storm, most roosts were already booked in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but, the Face of Everyman always had a few choice spots for good customers. She cooed her appreciation.


Over the years the Face of Everyman had estimated that the Crow Clan had lost about half of the popcorn that they scavenged. The rest befouled the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily the sludge from the filters kept the raccoons happy.