DNA

Carstairs was living proof that the gene pool was too small for this community. the Face of Everyman knew that he must look further afield in order to bolster the fail balance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Nuptials

Minerva wasn’t the least bit excited by Oscar’s little mating dance; she wanted to see bono fides. the Face of Everyman agreed to stand up with the little guy. Of course, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be the scene of the nuptials.

DOB

The kindly ol’ pensioner couldn’t be sure but he believed that the small fawn (upper right) was a newborn.

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a very happening place. the Face of Everyman entered the event in the register.

REM

Lately everything smelled like fried chicken to Boots. Seems that others had been here first; the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was starting to get too crowded. the Face of Everyman was oblivious to the smell as he was in REM.

Luck?

So far, Cheeky had avoided all traps and snares. Was it luck or skill? The more gentrified the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa became the less fun it was to forage here. the Face of Everyman had no comment.