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.
Once again The Trixster tried to evade detection by the hi-tech security system protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The klaxons howled alerting even the dosing the Face of Everyman of this dawn intrusion. The venerable sage tried to evaluate where on the food chain did a Coyote place song birds and roving house cats.
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?
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.