Uncle Louie was a renown Crawdad Caller. The family sought out his unique skills to prove once and for all the question of crawdads in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unca’ Louie would start with a low moan and work up to a piercing shriek. Supposedly this would cause any fresh water crayfish to rise to the surface for an easy harvest. About then the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. If they’d only asked, he could have told them.
Once again, despite the grainy image, security forces were able to get a iris scan for a positive ID of Rocky searching the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Koi were safely in an aquarium behind the bar in the Lounge. the Face of Everyman seen peacefully sleeping, had made to it his goal that anyone with such unacceptable behavior was not allowed to enter. “R” would have to wait for Crawdad season to open on the first day of Spring.
For months Roscoe had planned a daring daylight raid on a clandestine Crawdad mill hidden somewhere on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was meant to be a hit and run operation but somehow he got into a deep philosophical discussion with the Face of Everyman over the nutritional merits of crayfish over the common garden slug. Poor Roscoe, he returned home empty handed and had to be satisfied with dumpster diving for someones discarded dried figs.