Squirrel

Cheeky watched the morning weather on the Jumbotron. The Pineapple Clipper was headed straight for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman ordered the sluice gates open for the next forty-eight hours. Floods threatened. He wondered if he should surround himself with sandbags.

Once again Cheeky committed sacrilege. He jumped on the beloved image of Our Lady, the Goddess of Perpetual Unhappiness. the Face of Everyman was in shock. This was not supposed to happen in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Another mouth to feed was the reaction of the Face of Everyman as he sensed the population of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa growing out of control. Two Cheekys was one too many.

Rarely seen together were Cheeky and his significant other. Together they shared the bounty of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman considered starting a Squirrel census.

Mornings were never dull at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This morning Cheeky demonstrated how he could turn on a dime. the Face of Everyman marveled at such agility.

Cheeky tried not to blink as he posed for this coveted shot with the Goddess of Perpetual Happiness. the Face of Everyman had made the arrangements thru her trust. He hoped everything was copacetic. The scene was peaceful as it should be in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

It must have been the heat that drove Cheeky a bit nuts. the Face of Everyman decided to open the Cooling Center for the first time this season. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hadn’t experienced heat like this ever before.

So far, Cheeky had avoided all traps and snares. Was it luck or skill? The more gentrified the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa became the less fun it was to forage here. the Face of Everyman had no comment.

Balance seemed innate in Cheeky’s skill set. the Face of Everyman knew what was coming next: a squirrel in the face. A theme often repeated in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.