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 followed the Hobbit Trail to the magical kingdom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His return was around sunrise as he headed home after a night of feeding from the food chain. He left GPS Droppings (scats) so that others could easily follow the trail at full trot. the Face of Everyman tried to find the courage to drive the carnivore away. But, alas and alack, the venerable sage remained mute.