Lester started a new diet. Bean Sprouts seemed the answer. Door Dash found the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to deliver the order. the Face of Everyman himself had considered a new diet; blood red beef ranked as a good choice.
Mung sprouts
ZZZ
As time went on the Face of Everyman kinda liked these guys. Of all the guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa they never once asked for clean towels.
Etiquette
Once again, in a rare moment, there was proof of more than one squirrel inhabiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it only proper to request an introduction.
Summer
At last, thought the Face of Everyman, some males in full display. Summer in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed assured.
Specter?
“Holy Moly.” cried the little songbird. “Are you a Vulture?” Strange things are seen in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just ask the Face of Everyman.
Competition
Bosworth sensed that he was no match for the competition. Maybe he’d just head North along the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman urged him to remain and nest in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. There was room for all; even those second best at courting.
Trophy Shot
Lancelot posed for a trophy shot. This one would go in the record book. Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be proud to know him. the Face of Everyman asked how many 8×10’s he wanted.
Bomb
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bomb disposable team made quick work of the dreaded Purple Potato bomb. the Face of Everyman was alarmed to be so close to the action.
Parkour
Pikachu found himself stuck, bridged across the notorious gap of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He gathered his strength to push off, expecting to land on the Face of Everyman, sleeping peacefully.
Stay or Go?
the Face of Everyman held his breath; would this golden creature stay around and raise a family? He dare not ask. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was ready to receive any guest.
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