Rutherford was last seen pole vaulting through the door in hot pursuit of woman shouting "where did Wendigo?". Woman sneaks back in and is found looking admiringly at tree decoration. Meanwhile Rutherford is pogoing his way to the forest hoping for a deep snowdrift when he spots the rear end of a moose directly in his path at the end of this trajectory...........

A four legged squid on crutches clunks his way into the bar throws a hula hoop onto the counter and says "my round I think". He retreives a dustbin lid and two bottle tops in change and, complaining about the prices compared to the Legion, immerses himself in jello.

A nightingale sings in Berkeley CA.