Mad as Hell took his rightful place as chief arbiter at the front of the Line. The rest of the Angry Honey Badgers stood in small knots surrounding him. There was a definite pecking order, with 15 Badgers sporting a gold hoop in their left ear to communicate chief status, the remaining Badgers wearing copper hoops indicating underling apprenticeship. Time and hard work would eventually win the gold. 

A uniformed mink directed their arrival like a flight attendant leading them through the carved wooden doors.

 Mad as Hell advanced with two Badgers at his flank. Regally appointed Mad as Hell slapped the desk bell, and the manager, the Raven that circled the earlier night sky, immediately appeared.

           Mad as Hell growled

      Where is my welcoming party?

The Raven spoke, giving no indication of recognition from his earlier moonlit observations.

               Pardon me, sir; we are short-staffed today.