Squirrel

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.

Sharp claws dug into the Face of Everyman. Now he’d have to have a special exfoliation job done on his face. It would be September before the specialists to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could he wait that long?

The Squirrel was making a nuisance of himself by asking over and over when the seed would be scattered. The budget for feeding songbirds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tight. There was just some much room for thievery and fraud in the Face of Everyman’s book.

Cheeky approached the Face of Everyman to complain about the chilli infused bird seed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa should give equal treatment was his proposal.

Cheeky wiled away the whole morning shelling and devouring sunflower seeds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had never offered such a delight. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure how’d he pay for it.