Winter?

Silvester was on a mission. He was searching the vast jungles of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somewhere there was a Ground Hog that owed him a better reading than he gave yesterday to the Press Corps. Both he and the Face of Everyman didn’t like the prospect of six more weeks of Winter. This cat wanted a better outcome.

Alarm

Gusts of blustery winds caused Orville to miss judge his landing site. He was nearly this year’s first drowning at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was nearly in shock, Corporate didn’t need the bad publicity.

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.