Forage

Pogo was a day late and a dollar short. The Crows, Pigeons, and Opossum had all been here before him and cleaned his plate. He would just have to root for his supper in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it only fitting that wild animals should be allowed to be animals.

Surprise

Calliope was startled by the IR light. Little did she know that image would now appear on TicToc; followed by millions. It was the thing the Face of Everyman feared most: uncontrolled crowds trampling the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps ICE need a new target.

Blizzard?

Heavy fog impeded Henrietta from warning the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa of the impending blizzard. the Face of Everyman hoped that the pond heater worked; his foul weather clothing was still packed away.

Safe

the Face of Everyman never tired of the automated voice saying:”Mind the Gap.” There were no recorded drownings in the past thirty days. There were none of record for the several months. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa proved to be safe for all.

Hunger

Elmore picked up the tray to take home; he’d eat it latter. One of the Seven Deadly Sins, Gluttony had cursed him. the Face of Everyman knew of no cure except death. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was unprepared for such events.

Contorted

Arnold felt like the cow with a crumpled horn in the rhyme of “These is the house that Jack built”. His once majestic four-point rack was now two points and a gnarled, twisted other. His case seemed singular to the Face of Everyman, none other had been seen in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.