Bosworth had been asked by the Face of Everyman to rotate him slowly thruout the day as he was trying to achieve an even tan. Inasmuch as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a magical place; such things as the arc of the Sun can be irregular. Sun dials can off by as much as several hours. Bosworth soon tired of his labors and left the venerable sage a little cattywampus.
Young Alister knew that this wouldn’t be a fair fight; but, his one advantage over these four bullies was that he had taken martial arts classes every Saturday morning in the park. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered a variety of classes. Some for health as well as defense, such as Tai Chi and of course water aerobics lead by the Face of Everyman.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has become the target of the Hotel & Innkeepers bureaucracy. Weekly, inspectors from some agency or another descends on the Resort to assess and evaluate. the Face of Everyman began expect the beginnings of a hostile takeover and tried to warn Corporate. In the end Foggy Bottoms was downgraded to: “A A +”. The venerable sage agreed to add signage in Esperanto and double the amount of berries served at Brunch. He would be re-inspected for compliance.
Public comment has always been encouraged; but, when speakers go beyond the fifteen minutes allowed by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa something has to be done. the Face of Everyman tried to interject by clearing his throat but the speaker just ramped up a new stream of venom and vitriol. By-standers were never sure what his problem was; after all a Brown Headed Cow Bird is a different bred of cat, horse of a different color, bird of a different feather.
Little Lester had learned of the joy of giving from his parents. When the Face of Everyman required a Maraschino cherry for his evening cocktail, little Lister was right there with a naturally sweet Queen Anne cherry from the vast orchards of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage accepted the gift graciously then let it steep in his secret batch of USDA contraband Red Dye #4. He was a traditionalist.
The Trixster left empty handed. Klaxons and sirens had driven him off. The good folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could rest easy once again. the Face of Everyman noted the intrusion and made an entry in the log book. Forensics searched for scats and other evidence to determine if this was the same intruder or a clever one that used infrequent forays to find weaknesses in the defense.
Mom with three of her five Kits caught on camera as they scurry to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Foreign Press has started to label her: “The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe” after the early English nursery rhyme. She is seldom seen with all five kits in tow. the Face of Everyman has scolded her about exercising more parental control. Easy for him to say.