Slurp

The new camera installed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was proving it’s worth. A thirsty coyote grabbed a quick drink without so much as a “Howdy do?” to the Face of Everyman. The hunt was over, and dawn was near.

Bounty

Only the trained eye could distinguish which marauder this was. Nonetheless he had entered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even as the alarm bell sounded the Face of Everyman put a bounty on his head,

El Coyote

Chatterton was out for the hunt. His nose brought him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This place was ripe; were his first thoughts. the Face of Everyman held his breath and daren’t move. The threat moved on shortly; much to the relief of the venerable sage.

Intruder

The Coyote made one quick pass thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His nose revealed the scent of Brer Rabbit somewhere here abouts. the face of Everyman slept thru all the excitement of the sirens and klaxon warning of the famished intruder.

Coyote

Tucker had missed two meals in this past week. Not tonight! He was on the prowl through the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Brer Rabbit best be on the lookout. the Face of Everyman found it hard to sleep with all the security alarms ringing at once.

Urban Coyote

At long last the camera designated as the Coyote Camera proves worth it’s salt. Seen above, a Coyote has penetrated the inner boundary of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system. Once again that venerable sage, the Face of Everything has slept thru this harrowing episode.

Coyote

At some ungodly hour the alarm bells rang, the klaxons blared and loud speakers asked all guests to remain sheltered. The Foggy Bottoms resort and Spa had an intruder tentatively identified as a Coyote. Judging by the replay of security video the beast had entered the perimeter following the scent of a cat. the Face of Everyman wondered how long would it be before a Lost Kitty poster would appear on bill boards every where.

Coyote

Well, it had to happen; just as the Face of Everyman was about to go on his Sabbatical, a major intrusion of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa occurred. Klaxons, sirens and giant voice loudspeaker systems came to life. A remote IR system detected a Coyote entering the periphery of the vast sanctuary. Now the venerable sage could see himself dragged before endless Senate sub-committees to answer for this lapse in security. He wished that he had never been born.