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POGO wished now that he had taken the elevator to these dizzying heights. Jumping down with his bad knees was a bad idea. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided limited health coverage for non-paying guests. the Face of Everyman kept a tight rein on such matters.

Security footage revealed how well the scar had healed. The Matriarch’s left front paw injury looked good as new. the Face of Everyman seemed to take credit for her complete recovery. Never mind that she bathed in the healing waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Pogo was taken aback. There before him was a Taco salad. He couldn’t believe his eyes. the Face of Everyman was green with envy. Perhaps it was sent from heaven to celebrate the Blood Moon eclipse not visible from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Rocky barely escaped the dreaded facial recognition camera newly installed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Dossiers had been prepared on each raccoon that in the past had harassed the Face of Everyman.

Pogo was sure that was the same Kitty that thwarted his opportunity to feast on a rat. Now here she was blocking his way. Was this encounter going to lead to unpleasantness? the Face of Everyman warned the two combatants, “No rough housing in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.”

A sore tooth brought Pogo to ask advice from the Face of Everyman. Turns out that the circuit riding dentist wasn’t expected until the next full moon. Then the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be bathed in enough light to ply his trade; especially on nocturnal creatures.

Always a day late and a dollar short Pogo swept the ballroom floor of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Not a scrap of food did he find. the Face of Everyman had warned him to take a break from World Cup Soccer at meal time.

The face only a mother could love. Pogo, once again asked the Face of Everyman about food. The Foggy Bottoms

Resort and Spa had forgotten one of its oldest citizens and a veteran at that.