And that’s my story.We were seated at a table in the Sound Beach Cafe because the looking at had devolved to looking after and the looking after was...going to take awhile ... an indeterminate time probably relieving my pocketbook of much cash.If we were going to be inconvenienced, Cyn wanted to be inconvenienced where she could see and be seen and that meant Resort.Another reason we were at the bar on South Beach was because there was no room at the Harbor Inn and South Beach was the Only resort. A fully-grownfaycat is about the size of a lion, but with endurance more like a wolf's:it can chase prey for miles without breaking a sweat. Its tawny, black-spottedhide gives it admirable camouflage in the sunburnt grasslands where itusually hunts. Though it is a cat, more or less, its mouth--long, wide,and shovel-shaped--resembles an alligator's more than any feline's. Itis perfectly constructed for seizing and holding even the largest landfaysuntil the venom of its many sharp teeth can take. They hate being constantly hit on by wolves trying to get into their pants, and you look the decent type. You couldn’t see your way to joining us and helping me out, could you?”He looked uncertain, telling me he was married, but, as I’d arranged, Sheila came up and pleaded their case. I’d guessed correctly, he couldn’t say ‘No’ to a pretty lady asking real nicely, and he followed us back to the table where I introduced him to Cyndi.The band started up, and Sheila took him onto the floor. Cyndi. Just ahead, a carousel spun -- with plastic sheep instead of plastic horses. A little past the carousel, some teenage boys and girls were dancing in a circle near some fruit trees. To the left, Crebbs and Wendt lounged by a giant boat. To the right, Fregosi and Chavez were stationed at the base of a water slide, under a sign that read 'Tower of Bubble'. Closer by, Sergeant Hulegu was scanning the area herself, while Spunkmeyer was petting one of the plastic sheep."They're not real, Spunkmeyer,".