Temple offerings to the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger were an easy steal by the voracious. the Face of Everyman pondered whether it was sacrilegious for a non-believer to eat gifts meant for the deities. Life maintained a steady pace for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so, perhaps no matter.
It was three in the morning, and Tinker hadn’t found a scrap of food. Smelling deer droppings got her no closer to filling her stomach. Once again, the Face of Everyman slept thru the intrusion into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
“Oh, oh” breathed the Face of Everyman. The parasites were back to the normally quiet Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was there no justice anymore?
As Celestia sang “On the good ship Lollipop” her good ship sank into the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman mentally dialed 911.
Klaxons blared as quests were ordered to shelter in place. A canine, call him Dog, is captured on security footage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman called the animal shelter to inquire as to whether a dog had escaped. For now, he would keep an eye out for “Not-Our-Dog.”
Daxton was on “speed dating” and didn’t want a lot of chit chat. First names was a good start for any romance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman offered couples counselling if needeed.
Marmaduke loved to share and break bread with his neighbors. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a magical place so it hard to understand the Face of Everyman and his ban on food in the pristine pool.
Willow came by to ask the Face of Everyman to count her spots. He’d never been asked before and was reluctant to start a new trend. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was full of newborns with cockamamie ideas.
Chloe visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa often but found the Face of Everyman kinda’ boring.
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