Oppussum

Pogo was drawn irresistibly by the scent of forbidden fruit. A scent uncommon in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman looked forward to the next rain washing away that delightful smell.

Snow was forecasted for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. POGO had a brief window of time to forage before everything was covered in a thick blanket of white. the Face of Everyman ordered another hot buttered rum, and snuggled in.

POGO was surprised to learn that his nighttime images had gone viral and seen by 63 viewers. The security staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did not ordinarily release photos of trespassers but in this case an error was made. the Face of Everyman made a public apology.

POGO spent his idle hours wondering if Punxsutawney Phil really knew anything about weather forecasting. The climate of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed hardly predictable. the Face of Everyman usually relied upon The Farmer’s Almanac.

Pogo was sure that he smelled fried chicken. How can that be? Maybe he was delirious from lack of nutrition.  His New Year’s weight loss program seemed to be working. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa only served chicken on special days. the Face of Everyman confirmed that there was no chicken on the menu. Drat!

Lil’ Pogo had begun to like soggy birdseed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed to have everything. the Face of Everyman was not sure how he felt about scavenging marsupials.

Grainy images disclosed a return of the local Opussum to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The intruder expressing joy at the newly overturned soil; the work of the grounds staff. the Face of Everyman was gratified to know that at least one soul was pleased.