Arnold wasn’t that geeky kid anymore. He had bulked up to make a fine specimen. Mating season in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was but a few moons away and he looked forward to starting his own harem. the Face of Everyman may have misjudged the poor boy.
To keep the story straight the Face of Everyman had to print a retraction. Pasquale was really Mrs. and had given birth to several bandits. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was always proud of its hard-working journalists. Her missing leg was still a fact. Pasqualina had not applied for welfare.
Tug of Wars were not uncommon in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman still resented sharp talons in his face. Luckily basalt has a Mohs scale hardness near that of diamond.
Once again Not Our Cat made a nuisance of herself by scaring away the songbirds and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman took a dim view of this and tried to shoo her away. He may have to resort to technical deterrents.
A late-night visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a powerful thirst. He drank everything put before him. the Face of Everyman marveled at POGO’s capacity. Luckily the tide was coming in.
Always the first to wash his hands and utter a small prayer that today there might be Koi at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had offered to stock the pond if the raccoons fronted the costs.
Pasquale had learned to limp and had just about forgotten he was without his left forearm. He was released from rehab; a hero among those who lived in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman showed him a modicum of respect
The “coyote camera” proves it’s worth as this animal strolls thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At 3 AM the klaxons blared but the Face of Everyman decided to shelter in place.