Bertram was never sure which suit to wear to these parties thrown by the Face of Everyman. He thought it was a soiree so he came in full mating colors. Which, of course, made everyone else appear dowdy. For the next week he was ostracized by the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Soiree
the Face of Everyman always hosted the four legged creatures of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with a seasonal soiree. Caviar on whole wheat toast points went quickly; faster than the caterers could prepare them. Cracked corn satiated his voracious guests in the interim. The Raccoons were invited for the midnight hour. The venerable sage would be better prepared; he hoped.
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