Doggedly the Face of Everyman scrolled through the past week’s footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He hoped to find an unfamiliar face. Alas and alack images were of the same old crowd. Where were the Cedar Waxwings, the Scrub Jay, or the Steller’s Jay? Had the Crows made the neighborhood too tough?
The Bon Voyage Party was an overwhelming success except Rodney overslept and missed the train. Now alone without friends he must eek his way home to Winter quarters. He could not remain in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He asked the Face of Everyman if he could point which way was south.
A File photo of Not-Our-Cat is posted in lieu of a current shot. His return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was unheralded. He just reappeared to be fed as usual. Only the Face of Everyman was not surprised.
Many a campfire ghost story is built around this creature. Even the Face of Everyman has yet to identify the image seen here. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa maintains a small museum and gift shop devoted to such anomalies.
Lilith thought of willing the bowl to fill with food; then she remembered her diet. She would fast if need be. the Face of Everyman remained silent. Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding was on tonight’s menu at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Basalt carvings never have a weight problem.
Cheeky pleads with the Face of Everyman to be allowed to lead the Labor Day Parade. It would be an honor to represent the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
All of a sudden, a whole squadron of Wild Canaries appeared. They had missed the lunch hour and were too early for high tea. the Face of Everyman made special arrangements with the dining hall to feed them so that they could be on their way South. He knew that they would return next year for the best in west coast nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
It’s an hour before Sunrise and all Barney wants is a double shot Americano. Is that too much to ask? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa makes little provision for the early riser. the Face of Everyman, of course, has his own Espresso machine. He relishes that first cup.
Did these unusual markings show signs of inter-breeding? the Face of Everman made hasty notes as a reminder to research the matter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was always at the crossroads of some serious descovery.
In a rare display of disrespect Cheeky leapt upon the image of the sacred Goddess. Does this foretell a poor 4th quarter at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman could only wonder and wait.
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