Squirrel

These two spent the day gamboling about in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman decried such frivolity as he returned to his NYT crossword puzzle.

In a rare sign of disrespect Cheeky climbed atop The Goddess of Perpetual Hunger. He later claimed that it was to drive off a pigeon. Of course, the Face of Everyman had heard that lie before. What was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coming to?

Cheeky agreed to pose if he could get five 8×10 glossy prints in return. the Face of Everyman agreed. The lighting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided an interesting effect.

Cheeky was desperate to rearrange the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in accordance with his newfound understanding of Feng Shue. the Face of Everyman was the last to be repositioned to ensure harmony.

Cheeky was careful not to mention the obvious: that the life-giving waters at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had stopped. the Face of Everyman was well aware of the fact. It’s always something he lamented.

Cheeky was back from vacation; he spent a few weeks at Rescue Missions where injured squirrels were left to recover. the Face of Everyman applauded such actions, but the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa already had one clinic and could not afford a second.

the Face of Everyman explained the fortune to be made in selling squirrel fur to a vast market of fly tying in the fishing industry. Cheeky wasn’t sure about having a partner since it was his fur. Besides, business in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed wrong. Wasn’t it?