Storm

A sense of urgency gripped POGO as he foraged throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A large storm was headed for the Pacific flyway; high winds and rain were forecasted. the Face of Everyman urged all to exercise caution.

Two?

The rumors were true; there were two Cheeky. the Face of Everyman opened a second dossier marked Cheeky B. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa might soon be bursting at the seams.

Gluttony

Randolf knew it was pure gluttony to take so many French Fries. He would tell his therapist at their next session. Right now, he was hungry. the Face of Everyman would soon offer roasted chestnuts as a fast-food item in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Better nutrients, less fat.

Bargin

Cheeky agreed to pose if he could get five 8×10 glossy prints in return. the Face of Everyman agreed. The lighting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided an interesting effect.

Tripod

the Face of Everyman opened a new dossier on this injured creature roaming the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He labeled it: Tripod. An obvious nod to his missing left front limb.