Cheeky was back to his old haunts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This past winter he had spent at the gym perfecting his speed jump performance to enable him to beat the timer on the security camera. The venerable sage had learned of this ploy weeks ago and had upgraded the camera shutter speeds to hair trigger timing.


Cheeky had scanned the dating sites for a suitable partner for long walks and fireside chats; but, without success. Surely in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there was someone. the Face of Everyman could only respond that these things take their own good time. Somehow Cheeky wasn’t interested in hearing the same old platitude.


Once again, under the cover of a light fog and mist, Cheeky tried to evade the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s high speed security camera. All for naught; the Face of Everyman had been keeping an eye on him as he frolicked about.

Clinic Day

Cheeky was in line at the Clinic just as the Sun rose over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The only one to be excused from the vaccination mandate was the Face of Everyman. His basalt exterior was nearly as hard as diamond and would break any needle. The venerable sage was resigned to his vulnerabilities and always masked up when others approached.


Cheeky was desperate. He had learned that the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program had been left out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual budget. He begged the Face of Everyman to reinstate it. As simple as an ear mark perhaps. Winter weather at this remote location on the the Pacific Flyway was forecasted to be bleak.

Prime Time?

Cheeky wasn’t sure about his chances of hosting a week of Jeopardy when they taped the show next month here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He made a polite inquiry with the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage tried to let the little rodent down easily when he said that the tapping had been cancelled but that he’d reached out to Wheel of Fortune and The Bachelorette. Was Cheeky ready for Prime Time?


It seemed only fair to tell Sparky that poachers were lurking on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their aim was to acquire squirrel tail fur for fly tying to sell to trout fisherman. the Face of Everyman said, “If you value your tail; you best be scarce for the next week or so.”


Cheeky had worn his most thread bare suit to come down to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to apply for a payday loan. the Face of Everyman was up to this sort of trick and wondered aloud, “What became of the stimulus check he cashed last week?”


Cheeky was desperate. Food was in short supply until the first green buds appeared on trees thru out the Fogy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He drove off the pigeons so that he could eat this day. the Face of Everyman tried not to take sides in these issues.