3 AM Prowl

The Trixster left empty handed.  Klaxons and sirens had driven him off.  The good folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could rest easy once again.  the Face of Everyman noted the intrusion and made an entry in the log book.  Forensics searched for scats and other evidence to determine if this was the same intruder or a clever one that used infrequent forays to find weaknesses in the defense.


The Trixster once again has broken thru the defenses of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above he stares transfixed at the Cabana Huts expecting a feast of songbird to emerge.  Luckily it is too early for any guests to be swimming laps.  the Face of Everyman remained mute but noted the poor condition of the marauding beast.

Night Stalker

The Trixster had changed his route and timing.  As the clock on the old bell tower of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stuck the hour of Eleven the menace of fluffy household pets and other small mammals roved at will.  He was careful to keep a respectable distance between himself and the Face of Everyman.   He would deal with that artfully carved chunk of basalt some other time.  For now, the hunt was on.

Hobbit Trail

Once again The Trixster followed the Hobbit Trail to the magical kingdom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  His return was around sunrise as he headed home after a night of feeding from the food chain.  He left GPS Droppings (scats) so that others could easily follow the trail at full trot.  the Face of Everyman tried to find the courage to drive the carnivore away.  But, alas and alack, the venerable sage remained mute.


Grainy surveillance imagery revealed that once again The Trixster had penetrated the outer ring of security devices.  On his way to his den, this Coyote is looking for breakfast at the world renown Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eatery.  There are no eye witnesses accounts of this breach; even the Face of Everyman slept thru the entire event.


Peripheral security cameras seldom catch items of interest.  However, this instance of a coyote penetrating the outermost ring of detection devices gives cause for alarm for the Face of Everyman and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Perhaps this urban scavenger is searching for Thanksgiving leftovers?

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.