Dad brought Junior down to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to bathe and greet the Face of Everyman. This ritual and common courtesy soon gets out of hand. By mid June the receiving line stretches around the block and the lite chatter by old what’s his name at greetings becomes more terse.
At a glance the Face of Everyman knew that his time was up. The Avenging Angel was fluttering down to claim his mortal soul. “Mother of Mercy. Can this be the end of the Venerable Sage?” Moments later he could breathe a sigh of relief; he was safely in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The remainder of the day was anticlimatic.
Father Robin never like to marry such raucous couples as these two. The ceremony was quick as they wanted to get on with the reception and bouquet tossing. the Face of Everyman resented their treating the morning buffet of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as theirs. Their one saving grace was that they didn’t soak their food before eating. The venerable sage still had Crow Food on his cheek left over from yesterday.
the Face of Everyman never quite understood why his particular face was found suitable for picnic lunches. Most birds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were capable of eating seeds and small bugs on the fly. The larger the bird the more obnoxious the behavior. Or it seemed. The venerable sage abhorred folks who ate with their mouths open. He would share this feeling in his letter to Miss Manners.
Even tho’ the full moon of May, the Flower moon, had long ago set over the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Butch couldn’t contain his lunar triggered rage. the Face of Everyman had suggested several effective solutions he himself had undergone during his rebellious teenage days. Turns out, any form of Shock therapy is now out of vogue.
The bus from the orphanage dropped little Timmy off early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Today was Origami Crafts Day and each fledgling was to make a gift to give on Father’s Day. the Face of Everyman immediately saw the faux pas and asked Timmy if he would make a Crane for him to replace one lost in a storm. Of course, the venerable sage was almost effusive in gratitude for the gift. Timmy had a good day and lunch was special. He had never had a PB&J sandwich.